roots before branches

Violet Megalos. 22. Witch. They say roses are red, violets are blue. But violet's look more purple to me. Life is a series of moments; those moment's are why we exist. I plan on living mine to the fullest.

[violetsaregold]

ollliverrr:

Working at the shop is pretty fun anyways. If you like animals. I’ll be needing the extra help. Troye’s pregnant, so in a few months she’ll be needing to take it easy and stuff.

I’ll take it. Yeah.

[violetsaregold]

You know, if you know anyone looking for a roommate... I could probably use a place to live. 

[violetsaregold]

alrightnaomi:

I can see if the office I work at needs any new receptionists if you’d like?

Sure. Thanks, Naomi.

[violetsaregold]

fmckeam:

I sadly don’t. I’m sorry, Violet. Did you look online?

I can’t imagine having access to internet when I’m living on a park bench, so, not recently. No.

-- I’m sorry. I’ll go to the library or something. Online was a good suggestion. 

[violetsaregold]

smhwyatt:

Apple probably will need a new technician by… tomorrow. 

Get yourself together, Wyatt.

[violetsaregold]

jack-galloway:

I honestly don’t have a clue. You need help looking around? I’d be glad to help.

I’ll figure it out, Jack. Thanks.

[violetsaregold]

daphneromanov:

There are a few places at the college that are hiring, I think. The book store is always looking for charismatic people to sell $300 dollar textbooks. 

I wouldn’t call myself charismatic at the moment.

[violetsaregold]

hayaminiki:

I could help, but I’m unemployed and broke as shit.

Ditto.

[violetsaregold]

bellemaddocks:

I can’t think of anywhere right now….. I honestly wish I could help you. Have you tried the yellow pages?

That’s fine. You don’t have any responsibility to a stranger, anyway.

[violetsaregold]

whatchase:

I could, uh, try to get you a job at the bakery, if you want?

No... no, that’s fine. I’d be a disaster in there.

[shhhalex-blog]

I just got a job at a restaurant, maybe they’re still looking for some help?

[violetsaregold]

What restaurant? 

[violetsaregold]

ollliverrr:

You can always come and work with Troye and I.

I actually... I’m tempted to take you up on that.

[violetsaregold]

roxy–jones:

They’re always looking for people at the bar, princess, especially since I’m gonna be gone. You eighteen?

I can’t -- work at a bar. Thanks, though.

[violetsaregold]

Dear Journal, 

I’m never sure how to begin these. But, I’m thinking writing down what I’m feeling might help me... pick myself up? Get my life together? I’ll admit, I’ve never had myself together, not a moment in my pathetic life, but right now... it’s like when your room hasn’t been cleaned in months, and your mom’s stopped bugging you about it. When you’re behind on all of your assignments, and suddenly, all you want to do is scream... and end it. End it so you won’t have to clean up the mess you made on your own, because shoving everything under the bed or into the closet isn’t fixing anything anymore. Because you have no self motivation to actually get out of bed and do something.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. My life just last year. My life five years ago. Things weren’t this difficult. My brother was my brother. Not someone that itched to destroy me. When my brother was my best friend. If he’d just asked me, just once. If he’d just told me how he felt. I would’ve handed it all over to him. Without a second of doubt. I would’ve given him everything. But he made a monster out of me. He took more than my magic. 

I’m 23. I shouldn’t have to deal with the guilt of murdering countless people because I wasn’t in my right mind. Hurting someone I truly cared about, someone I could’ve -- or should’ve -- given a chance, because of what my brother did to me. I shouldn’t have to be afraid to function. I shouldn’t have had to go through that torture. I shouldn’t have to deal with the fact that they sterilized me. And I’m not. I’m not dealing with it. Because everyone’s gone, and I don’t know how to deal with it on my own. I can’t deal with it on my own. 

I want to go back to her. The girl I was last year. The one that watched Iron Man to feel better. The girl that slept with her pillow pet. The one that named her truck Karrie, because she thought it was punny. The girl that wanted love, even after all the loss she’d suffered. But, just like that damn old truck, I’m gone. And there’s no way I’ll ever go back to her.

Maybe I’ll be someone better. 

                                                                  Love, Violet. 

[violetsaregold]

Uhm...a.. -- a job would be pretty... handy. It would nice. Yeah -- nice right now. If you know a place that’s... hiring. 

[doppelgangerdex]

“Wha-?” Dexter started to say, clearly confused. Why was she acting so…scared? He knew that they didn’t really end on the best terms, and it had been awhile since they’d seen each other, but this reaction didn’t make sense. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. “Violet, it’s me. Dexter?” He said cautiously, starting to be convinced that she had him mixed up with someone else.

[violetsaregold]

It took a while to process what he said, but eventually, Violet began to feel a hint calmer. She studied his face for a while, confirming his statement. It was uncanny how much he resembled the man, though she didn’t know his name. Dexter was safe. She nodded, gathering composure. “Dexter. Right.” While she felt a lot safer within a moments notice, it didn’t mean she wanted to do any explaining at the moment, or ever, if it were possible. Why she was back in Halifax, why she reacted the way she did. “I’m -- I hate grocery stores,” She said, forcing a small laugh. 

[doppelgangerdex]

Dexter was supposed to buying milk and cereal, apparently it was his turn since he used the last of it the other day. But that was according to Kira. Dex, on the other hand, figured she should get it, since the grocery store was on her own hand but oh well. He could buy cocoa pebbles this way. His cart was filled with junk food, cocoa pebbles included. He almost missed her, he almost walked right past her. But it was her hair that made him realize who was getting milk right in front of him. “Violet?”

[violetsaregold]

It had been a while now that Violet had been living with Bay’s parents. And while they were kind and welcoming, given her situation, she knew it was time to get back on her feet and move out. Not only was it exceptionally weird to be living with her friend’s parents, but the suburbs weren’t near much work. She glossed through the different aisles at the grocery store, timidly, since even getting into the bus that had brought her near the store had given her anxiety. She was so enveloped in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t hear her name being called, but that timidness that was holding her hostage made it hard to miss. She turned around with a carton of milk in her hands, her eyes widening in slight shock and fear of who was in front of her. She began to breathe heavily and the carton of milk slipped through her fingers while her chest felt as though she were suffering a heart attack. “St -- stay the hell away from me,” She whispered, backing up, unable to tell the difference between Dexter and the whose face had been burned into her brain. She thought she’d been done with whom she thought Dexter was once she’d given her brother’s name to the CFST. “We had a deal. I -- Please, don’t take me back there.” She continued to back up, before she turned around and made a break for the door.