𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕

𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 alice liddel 

Ariana was struck by that question, her forehead creasing in a frown as she took in the questions. “Um, I think I’m going to need more alcohol to cope with this conversation because my head is already hurting just thinking about that.”

🂽 “𝕙𝕞𝕞𝕞,” alice thought, trying think of another topic, “did you know one of the leading causes of murder in russia these days is caused from philosophical debates? people become so impassioned by the topic it drives them to bar fights resulting in homicide.” she nodded, taking another sip of her drink, “i think that level of passion can be really moving in theory.”

nelle & alice →

nelle tapped her fingers on the aging wood, biting her lip as she listened to the blonde speak. it did suck that she everything was real and they had to deal with it. it wasn’t like any of the asked for life to happen this way to them. whatever happened to manifesting your own destiny? but the idea that nothing was real–what an even wilder concept. “i–i honestly can’t even wrap my head around the idea that nothing is real, al.” she shrugged, her fingers now doing a sort of dance as the ideas tumbled in her head. “if nothing is real, what does that make you or me?”

🂽 “ 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕚𝕗 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕖’𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. ” alice giggled at the concept, leaning back to rest on the old wood as she gaze upon the stars, “ i think we’d be more free if nothing was real because if nothing was real then we could do anything. i wouldn’t have to be a stinky old waitress, i could be a queen or an old hermit. if nothing was real then we could all be free of the restrictions that life and circumstance puts on us.” she offered, smiling over at nelle. 

“ what do i think? ” kennedy muses, turning to view the blonde. “ i think your question gives me a headache. ” he replies, chuckling slightly at the thought. honestly, he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the question. how could existence be both real and unreal? “ i think you’ve had too much to drink. ” having owned the rabbit hole for as long as he could remember, he’d become used to the strange ramblings of drunken patrons. this encounter seemed no different.

🂽  “𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜?” alice questioned back, cocking her head as she looked up at the man, “no, this is my first cup. i don’t quite know what’s in it so i’ve been nursing it very slowly. this is just how i think sometimes.” she explained plainly with a shrug, “don’t you ever just have questions you ponder but can’t truly answer?” the blonde offered as she stood up to look directly at the other.

lyle leans back, looking up at the stars with a grin. conversations with alice are always such a delight, she seems to come out with the most curious of questions. “ ah, but that’s the beauty of it, don’t you see ? whether it’s real or fake doesn’t matter — either we’re wonderfully complex humans in our own right, or some amazingly creative mind has created an entire world full of people who think as if they were real people. ”

🂽 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤. “i’m not sure i like the thought of a being thinking all of this up. it feels too close to a god and i think that if it’s left to one being to create everything life itself is rather cruel. i think that pantheons of gods work better so that things are shared and i can find room in my heart to heart multiple people.” alice decided with a firm nod, offering the other her cup, “i don’t know what’s in it, but it’s sweet.”

“I think you might have just broken my brain,” Hannah chuckled, taking a seat beside the blonde and swinging her legs over the edge of the docks. “If God is real, and they’re all powerful who’s to say the whole universe wasn’t made last Tuesday?” She’d always been fascinated by everything outside of her own world, and looking up into the endless galaxy just made her feel even more trapped than she already felt in this stupid town. “What do you think?”

🂽  ‘𝕘𝕠𝕕’ she mouthed mostly to herself, mouthing it over and over as she thought about the concept, “i don’t like to think about a god.” alice stated, wrinkling her nose in distaste, “i think a god existing would be too cruel. can’t we just accept existence or the lack there of?” she offered, glancing over at the other, “life is too hard to believe there’s someone above us that’s so cruel.”

𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 ⤐ @doesntthink ( 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙻 )

✧ . 𝙸𝙵  𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷,  the  last  place  he  wants  to  be  is  the  festival.  it  only  serves  to  remind  him  just  how  much  he's  LOST  in  such  a  short  period  of  time.  just  a  few  years  ago,  he  wouldn't  have  been  able  to  have  a  moment  alone  during  town-wide  festivities  such  as  this.  now  it's  a  miracle  if  he  can  get  one  person  to  meet  his  eyes.  the  moon  is  high  above  the  water,  and  ciaran  has  abandoned  the  town  garden  in  favor  of  the  one  place  he'd  always  truly  felt  at  home:  the  water.  but  the  docks  seem  to  be  infested  today.  she  starts  speaking  before  she  even  sees  who’s  approaching;  such  a  presumptuous  little  creature.   he  takes  a  long  sip  of  his  own  drink  before  he  answers.  “i  cut  myself  shaving  this  morning,”   he  drawls.  “felt  real  enough.  and  if  it's  not  —”  he  shrugs,  and  takes  another  sip,  smaller  this  time.  “it's  all  we  have.   so  it's  real.   even  if  it  isn’t.”

🂽  𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 as she pondered the other’s words, “i don’t like to think this is real. if pain is real, if anything is real, that would make living and life something awful.” she offered, taking another sip from her drink as she began to think once more, “people tell me that life is a gift and precious, something that could be classified as good, as a positive, but i don’t think real people have the luxury of thinking like that. life is chaos.” alice decided, swinging her feet back and forth, “so i think the question rather is, is chaos all we have and if it is true chaos is it even possible to wield and control? should we give into the chaos? the madness? what type of existence would that make?” 

𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥. open starter. 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.  enchanted falls docks.

swinging her legs over the dock she hummed softly as she nursed a red solo cup filled with a mix of alcohol she couldn't actually identify, but she didn’t mind much. leaning back on one of her hands she tilted her head up to look at the stars, “so... like... everything is real, and we just have to deal with it, huh?” she questioned innocently, generally pondering the question, “what if nothing was real though? i wonder...” alice mused, turning her head to look at the other, “what do you think?”