LEAVE ASKS IN CAMILLE’S INBOX
POST BLUE MOON FEELINGS FOR ME
I AM SLEEP
It was midnight, early by Saturday Night standards. It was starting to rain. He’d had more to drink than he could handle and her heels were taller than she was used to walking in. When they sat down he immediately fell onto her shoulder like he thought he was home and had mistaken her for the sofa. She laughed.
"What’s so funny?"
"You know what. We alwayth leave together. Every party, both of uth leave early and we alwayth share a taxi. It’th funny."
"Mmh. People think we’re goin’ out, then. I dunno it’s not all that funny. Not like…ha ha."
Her shoulder was too small and too hard to get comfortable on, so he slid down the bench a bit and let his head roll into her lap. He was too out of it to think about personal space. Luckily she thought he was too cute to get mad at.
She did his hair up in plaits until the taxi showed up.
"Did someone say, ‘braid’?"
GET ON IT NOW
….I need somebody t’braid my hair for me.
It’s gettin’ outta control.
(( accepts m!a and then immediately forgets about it lol ))
Ilsa J. Bick, Drowning Instinct (via quoted-books)
I’m watching Fringe and the freak of the week transformed into this monster on a plane and crashed it
I just thought of that happening to me.
I don’t like this show.
I accept the anon
rapunzel murray begins now