𝚖 𝚘 𝚘 𝚗 𝚋 𝚞 𝚛 𝚗

(from an fling she had on the way down)

1: Sexual orientation.

Bisexual, but it’s like 70-30 split in favor of the ladies.

8: Biggest turn offs.

People who are too full of themselves, “flawless” beauty (give me some grit), patronizing tones, CHEWING with your mouth OPEN, and complacency.

23: Places I’ve lived.

In order: New York, New Jersey, Ohio, Missouri, Louisiana, Texas, California, Washington, Montana, Minnesota, Illinois, Michigan, Virginia, Maine, and now Georgia.

40: Where would I like to live?

50: Last text message I sent.

(to @rose-harmon) d: thanks again for inviting me over the other night d: tacos and beer at my place next time? d: i have furniture now lol

57: Last thing I drank.

Jack and Coke.

36: Kids in the future? How many?

For what? So they can get a slice of this gene pool? Hard pass.

25: Future plans.

30: Two insecurities.

1) I worry sometimes that I am my father’s daughter. 2) It’s difficult for me to connect with people.

31: If I won the lottery…

Ugly cry. But, uhm...I don’t know. Probably do what I’ve always done? Except I wouldn’t have to stop unless I wanted to.

32: Description of my crush.

Well...they’re so ice cold, and I love it. Kind of bitter. Pretty smooth though, too. Amber, full-bodied...oh, wait, that’s my glass of whiskey.

33: Favorite thing about myself.

I don’t take shit from anyone.

34: Pet peeves.

This list could take all night, but here’s the top five: clicking pens, people who take up 2+ spaces when parking, squeaky shopping cart wheels, people talking when you’re wearing headphones, and people who can’t look up from their cellphones.

35: Bands I’ve seen live.

The building’s laundry room was empty when she entered, so she let her head bob to Morrissey’s haunting voice as she piled the clothes in the laundry machine. She had never seen the sense in separating her laundry (her wardrobe tended on the darker side anyway), so she simply tossed armfuls in. Under her breath, she had just begun singing along, “Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head...” when she felt a tap on her shoulder. In a flash, she had her headphones around her neck and was staring at the boy in front of her. “What?” she asked, perhaps more harshly than she intended. @jamcspond​ 

She didn’t notice Scout as she approached, so transfixed in a specific drawing of a raven and asking herself for the hundredth time if she really ought to be spending money on a tattoo, that she jumped when the girl said her name. “Hi. Yeah, you can call me ‘Di’ if you want though”, she said, standing up quickly. @scout-owen​

Ilia had made way too many cookies that morning for Lian’s day camp, so she thought to drop off the extras to her closest friends at Tangerine. She was a lady on a mission like the fake little red riding hood she was until she spotted a note hanging in the lobby. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. This Diana person seemed like someone she wanted to be friends with.  She walked to apartment 313 and knocked on the door until someone answered it. When the door swung open she said, “ I have a spare AC in my garage on Blueberry and a car to bring it over in if you’re interested but for now I can offer cookies.” 

Diana opened the door to an unexpected sight: a woman with cookies. She leaned against the edge of the door, quirking an eyebrow. Were people in this town really so nice? She was half waiting for the ‘Stepford Wives’ bomb to drop at any second. The seediest people she had seen were when she had her interview at Cloud Nine, and even most of them looked like mildly upstanding citizens. Still, she smiled. “That’s the sweetest thing.” Reaching into the container, she grabbed one. A few crumbs fell into her cupped hand as she took a bite. “Holy shit,” she said, though it was nearly unidentifiable with the cookie in her mouth. She swallowed quickly, looking at her. “Sorry, just...these are really good. What’s in them?” she asked, taking another bite.