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        taking a deep breath , lily pushed her head back out of her face         holding the breath for a hopeful moment. then the crying pierced         through the walls once more and she slumped forward onto her         textbooks with a heavy sigh.                      e v e r y   night.  every single night. sometimes all day, even.           least, that’s how is seemed to her, though that might have been the           combination of stress and caffeine frying her sense of time. endless           screaming or intermittent, it was doing nothing to help her get through           her paper. glaring at the blinking cursor on her computer screen as if           it was all it’s fault, she groaned and shoved her chair back.                     there was no point in complaining to the landlord ; what was he           going to do, call the police over a fussy infant ? no, someone needed           to calm that child, and clearly its parent was not up to the job.                her demeanor softened at the sight of the frazzled man who opened           the door, baby in his arms. he was at least trying, which is more than           what lily might have suspected. he looked like someone had stretched           him too thin and too tight. and like someone had stolen his comb.               stooping, she picked up the dropped pacificer. it was almost instinct           which had her following the man further into his apartment.  it was a            mirrored layout of her own, and she went straight to the sink, rinsing the           pacifier off under warm water. she struggled with a frown as he apologized           once more, holding out the pacifier to him.                           ” it’s okay. “                                 it wasn’t really, but what was she supposed to say to the            already frazzled father who was trying his best ? screaming at him             wouldn’t help, and she’d rather not wake up to shitty diapers on her             welcome mat one day.                         ” … how old is she? ” she peered at the bundle in the man’s             arms, already making her own judgment on the answer.

     he looked to her,  almost beholden to see the  pacifier      held out to him. with great care not to shift the baby in      the  crook  of his arm,  he took it into his hand,  ready      should he need it again.

               “just  over  three months?  feels like a lot longer though...”  his                 words  were  on the edge of weary,  but when his gaze  turned                 from  the  girl to his daughter,  nothing but fondness  could  be                 found.  he was on his own  &  that was fine,  but having a baby                 was  difficult  enough with two parents,  delilah had  only  one.                 & as much as he hated to admit it, he was no baby whisperer.

     a  part of him wondered if he should mention the fact,      explain  that  he  was alone in this,  as  if  that  would      somehow better the situation & cause some miracle      that would result in a peaceful coexistence  between      delilah's cries & his neighbours.

               “& no, it's really not okay. i wish there was something i could                 do  to  get  her  to  quiet  down  more  quickly   but  obviously                 everything i've tried so far hasn't been working.”

    { ————— ➹ ;;

              ❝ It was worse, this time, wasn’t it ?❞

              RELUCTANCE to concede to annihilation’s ( presence ) is a         primitive  notion, carved upon the clavical’s of humans since the birth of                 of their dissemblance. In contrast, it’s empathy’s penumbra that         conciliates  said  glaciers. ( Sympathy ) clashes against IMMURES that                threaten to do nothing but kindle his lack of willingness to speak.        Though she, too, has ACHED with reluctance to utter reverie’s opposite               force. Still, she refuses to a l l o w him to fall into gloom’s void.

                “i told you, it's ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ; just drop it, okay?”

     failing  (  or refusing  )  to let his vision to meet that of her      own was no doubt going to add gasoline to the  fire  of her      preconceived  notion of the torture that had been  inflicted      by those negligible  cowards,  but even so,  allowing  his      lips to pass nothing but  deceitful  words proved onerous      enough.  having his ocean hues meet dark wood  orbs  of      her  own  would  serve  only  to   AMPLIFY  his  struggle.

                          ❛ what ? you’ve got to be joking, right ? ❜               for  a  moment  she’s disappointed, because sitting there had               been  no  fun,  even  if she had been poking fun at him while               she  was  at  it,  &&  her  frown  is evident. so when he grins,               she   can’t   help   wanting  to  give  him  a  good  && proper               ( ѕмαcĸ )  for  making  her  feel  so  let down. her bright smile               returns      seconds     after;     suppressing    it    was    near               impossible  when  she  was  indeed  looking  forward to               this. it was her first time seeing his work, after all.               gently,  she  grabs  hold  of  the  sketchbook  before  actually               examining what’s on the page. when she does, she’s in awe               &&  her  smile  brightens even more, if it’s even possible. her               eyes  follow each stroke && linger on certain details, taking it               all in. it’s just a sketch, she knows, but he’s made her look so               beautiful  despite  it.  there’s  not  even  something  bad  she               could bring herself to say as a joke. gaze still on the drawing,               she speaks, tone soft && sweet.                            ❛ i’m    impressed.    it   looks   absolutely                      stunning.  tell me, tyrus, when did you                              start  drawing ? you’ve never mentioned                              when. ❜

     he  knew  it was good,  more than well aware of the fact      if  he  were  to  be honest with himself,  but even so,  he      couldn't  help  but  feel his stomach  flutter  with  nerves      when she set her eyes on the drawing. with odd doodles      or sketches it wasn't   ａｓ  big of a deal,  but  when  he      was showing someone something he genuinely tried to      do as best he could,  he couldn't help but worry that they      wouldn't like it.  call it the curse of an artist but  until  his      skill  was  validated  with  a smile  or  comment,  all  he      could  do  was t hink of what could have been better.  he      chewed his lip in wait before his lips pulled  themselves      into a smile at the sight of her own,  his  bottom  lip  still      caught between his teeth ( until he spoke again, that is ).

               “oh, um, ever since i can remember, really. it's just something                 i've always been into doing. i guess that's why i never brought                 it  up.  i  mean,  it's  just  kinda  part of who i am, at  this  point.”

"look at you! you’re fucking photoshopped! you could stand outside with, like, a starbucks in your hand and i bet you the company would give you money for it! just because people would see you and be like ‘wow, look at that hot guy with his coffee. i want coffee.’ how often do you pay for your own drinks? do you even know what it’s like to have a pimple? i have to know these things.”

               “are you fucking ｋｉｄｄｉｎｇ me?!”

     of  course  she isn't kidding,  but then again,  he  wasn't  really      asking.  he  was  just some cliche to her,  just like he  was  to      everyone  he met since he moved away from  new  york  city.      he  was  just some pretty face with a mysterious past  that  no      one  bothered  to  ask about.  she had moved  in  months  ago,      &  she  never  noticed  the lack of family pictures  around  the      apartment,  she  never once questions the dog tags that  hung      around  his  neck  like a chain,  she never  bothered  to  learn      anything   about   his  past,   but  why  would  she?   she   just      assumed  someone  as good looking as him had to have  had      the perfect life, & why would she want to hear about someone      who's life is so much better than hers?

               “you know what? just because someone is attractive, doesn't                 mean their life is easy. you don't know anything about me so                 don't pretend like you do.”

               ❝  yes, it is. ❞

              The woods have always been her home— safe from               the people of the outside world,  safe from anything               that might hurt her.       He’s maybe the first person               she’s ever seen wander in so far— 

                                             ❝ — are you lost ? ❞

              voice is feather-light, delicate, cautious. She stands               a careful distance from the stranger, and takes care               to maintain the space between them. 

               “technically,”

     there  was no doubt in his mind that he'd find his  way      home  without any trouble,  but  wandering  aimlessly      generally  has  one  outcome;   getting  lost.   he      shrugged as he answered, unsure of what else to say.

( arcanetyrus )

"State your purpose or   be killed for your stupidity   for trespassing.”

               “i didn't realize i was on private property.”

     genuine confusion furrowed his brows. he didn't      take kindly to threats, but if he was in the wrong,      he'd like to have some proof of the fact.

Anyway, my teacher told me to write down my goals I want to achieve in my first grade journal. This is what I have so far:

1. Get a real girlfriend. 2. Learn how to tell time. 6. Learn how to count. 4. Learn. 3. jk learnin is 4  looosers lol haha lolollolllllollollollolloll *giggling* #yolo (bc thats wat all da kool kids say ritE?) 5. Grow a couple inches. I'm already pretty satisfied with my height, but I feel like a few more inches would make everything more proportional. And I'd finally be able to stand a bit farther back from the potty!

This just about wraps up my day.

*pEaCe OuT gIrLaCoUt*

-Zac Efron, Overlord

DAILY ZAC FACT:

I have a third nipple.

idk how old he is supposed to be in this but i think i'm in love with it??