â mari.
â newt ! ( @salvctionsâ )
      â i think itâs coming along nicely ! â mari piped up excitedly. she knew helping her cook probably wasnât a high priority on her boyfriendâs list, but she so appreciated newt doing it nonetheless. hosting friendsgiving for five was certainly a task the brunette was prepared for, but it helped to have all hands on deck. that was precisely why cora had been in charge of the decorations and evie was at he store right now, braving the holiday mass to buy cranberry sauce. they all had their part to contribute.
   slowly, she stirred the gravy with a large spoon. the consistency was perfect and all there was left to do was taste. ladling a bit onto the spoon, mari held it up to newtâs lips with a nervous smile. â mind tasting it ? and promise me youâll tell me if itâs bad. â there was still an hour until meal time. if she had to remake the gravy, she would certainly remake the gravy. â blow first. i donât want it to burn you⊠â
  newt supposed this had to be the loosest definition of â chefâs assistant â in history, his biggest contribution to the meal had been mashing the potatoes and chopping carrots. not that he minded, it had been nice to spend the time with mari. there had not been a thanksgiving in a while that he had enjoyed. it usually consisted of going home and having microwave turkey meals. the football would play in the background at his family sat in silence around the kitchen table, though the background noise was never enough to distract them from the empty fourth chair. it was good to think this year would be different, a small smile on his lips as he watched mari work her magic in the kitchen.
    â i promise â he chuckled, the goofy smile on his lips only growing. there was no way it was going to be bad, mari was the best cook newt knew. she also was asking the person who had once eaten ( and enjoyed ) raw ramen as a snack, so perhaps he was not the best critic. he blew gently on the sauce, head nodding soon after the liquid had passed his lips.
    â itâs amazing babe --- and i promise thatâs the truth. we usually just have the packet stuff at home. donât think iâve ever had gravy this good. â
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đ+đł casper and roxy
â an embarrassing voicemail ;
â please ignore the text i sent you last night. i was drunk. . . and maybe a little lonely. but that doesnât excuse the fact that i shouldnât have hit you up. itâs best to keep our distance from each other. think about cora. sheâs my friend. and i donât have many so, thereâs no point in messing with that over a bit of fun. look, i like you, casper. thanks for being a friend but for your own sake, letâs not think of it as more. trust me, itâs not worth it. just delete the text. okay, darling ? â
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klarwyn
she hated when winnie got like this â but she hated herself more. klara was not an easy person to argue with, words climbing out of her like soldiers from a tank. she said horrid things, she waited for days, she apologised. that was the way with her school friends, her uncle.Â
few things could leave her mum, searching for a response. that was it.Â
love isnât a big deal, she convinced herself in a first attempt. it wasnât like winnie was illiberal with her love â she did things out of love for anyone under the sun, for complete strangers miles away with all her causes. so why should this be different. but there was part of her that would forever thrive under a gaze, live and die for attention. read into things, cling to ever complimentary word. winnie always knew how to unlock that part, make her silently beg for even a sideways glance.
â what do you mean ? â she asked, and her voice was raspy with the impatience of wondering the same thing for months. was she deluding herself by reading into those brushes of hair behind her ears, heads on stomachs and fingers tapping tunes on arms ? sheâd go mad. â winnie â what do you mean ? why ? â
with hands braced against the back of her neck and a low exhale, she gathered something of a response. â please, for the love of god, do not make me think this is something when it isnât. â
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â roxy.
   roxy was the queen of finding herself in predicaments â but never one quite like this.Â
   itâs not like sheâd planned for things to go this way. when cora invited her to a little soiree to welcome her brother to the states, the blonde had expected a couple of hours of casual fun, food, and drinks. she liked the people the redhead surrounded herself with well enough, even if she kept herself distant by habit. ( if they asked, she was a âpeerâ from musical theatre class.)Â
   what she hadnât been expecting ? the familiar face that approached when cora called him over to introduce the two.
   meet casper, she had said. roxy could have laughed at the irony. oh, sheâd already met casper, alright. in fact, they had done more than just meet. the memories fluttered through her brain easily enough. the blonde never forgot a face, after all. especially one that had been up close and watching her intently as she danced.Â
   she really did have terrible luck, didnât she ?Â
      â itâs nice to meet you, casper. â she spoke in her typical smoky lilt, stretching out a manicured hand towards him.Â
   how clichĂ©. the scorned rich boy blowing off steam at a strip club. he had been a disappointment in other areas of the role, there had to be some way for him to uphold his stereotype. not that heâd ever gotten in much trouble for it in the past. nothing more than a slap on the wrist. the most he had expected was a disapproving look from cynthia. but this --- this was not something he had expected.Â
    â uh --- itâs nice to meet you too. â he cleared his throat, feeling a heat creeping up his neck. he probably could have been a little smoother, but acting had always been coraâs department. besides, it was difficult not to get flushed, their introduction leading his mind back to the night they first had met.Â
    who could really blame him really. she was pretty.Â
   he coughed again, glad that his sister had flitted away to entertain, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. his blue eyes flitted around the room before landing back on her. â i, uh --- â god, he was being pathetic. pull yourself together boy. â how do you know cora ? you guys have a class together or something ? she uh, she hasnât mentioned you to me before. â
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as long as iâm here, no one can hurt you
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I never meant to break a heart â
I just wanted the best for you.Â
So, release your grip from the memory of me â Â
Move to a feeling of peace, only divine and holy.Â
Because I never wanted to hurt you,Â
I just wanted to protect me.
diandra (via poetrygrail)
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I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS (2020)
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