sleepwalker

“Crying too much. I’d say Trump exhausts me but then that’d imply I waste my emotions on him and, oh boy.”

“I mean, ideally, someone would accept all of my quirks and my fucked up sleep schedule.  But also, my friends do that anyway so by my own logic romance is alive and everywhere and...polygamy, am I right?” He puffs out a breath of air.  “That was...not the best answer, probably. I’m embarrassed. I need more coffee.”

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: club - kelsea ballerini

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: dis one

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: “Am I supposed to feel a certain way about it? I feel like the only one judging the way people text is the orange man in the oval office.”

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: “As quickly as possible, unless I’m sleeping.”

How often our muses text: “Frequently.  I mostly text her dumb shit and memes to make her laugh, or I’ll check in if she hasn’t already done the same with me.”

How often our muses call: “I don’t call her very often, but if she calls, I’ll answer.”

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: “If so, only accidentally.. I love my friends, but my schedule is pretty....weird.  So I sleep a lot and that’s a priority.”

“okay, did i mess that up or did you?” venice asked, brows furrowed as she whipped her head over to look at alex, but she wasn’t angry. she was simply frustrated. this footwork was complicated and venice was a perfectionist when it came to dancing especially, so she wanted to get it right. besides, it would make transitioning into their turns a whole lot easier if she could stop tripping herself up … letting thoughts of doubt creep into her mind. “let’s just try it again, from here,” her tone was far less strained now, as she relaxed her shoulders, placing one hand atop his and the other chasing his palm. if there was anyone who could keep up with her like this, it was alexander. he trusted him completely and knew he’d be there to support her, to lead her when she needed it as they stood chest to chest. “i’m gonna get it right this time, i know it.” the brunette was mostly trying to hype herself up, but she sounded a little nervous, admittedly. @alexanderbae​

gabe: 😂😂

gabe: i mean... it doesn't help??? don't ask me, you know medicine is biased ://

gabe: this got serious fast that's how i know it ISN'T

gabe: i don't blame you either, i just thought about too hard about the grandma in moana and wanted to cry

alex: i....had way too much time on my hands

alex: which lowkey seems like it'd be the dream but DAMN it feels good to be getting back into the swing of things 'round here

“I like the rain, except when I’m working and have to stand in it.  Other than that, I vibe with the sunshine and a slight breeze and no humidity.”

“I need all the chocolate, all the time. No, scratch that - I don’t claim white chocolate.”

[text] both of you were literally a few punches away from a potential lawsuit, man, i think the words you’re looking for are thank you

[alex ➝ gabe] as if i would ever forget, this is wayyyyyy too much fun

gabe: good news is you don't have restless body syndrome

gabe: wait wait stop everything did you just ask if diabetes is a myth 😂😂

gabe: alex....... i think that's cruel and unusual punishment are you OKAY

alex: that's good, right?

alex: NO no omg. no. just asking whether it's a myth or a fact that u can get diabetes from eating too much sugar.