◊ DUMB HICK.

       “an’ what makes you think i’m gonna help you?”

        “---you ain’t bein’ serious, are ya, mr. clean?”

       “hate t’break it to ya sweetheart, but i don’t give a damn.”

       “woman, what in th’hell’re you talkin’ about?”

       “---you ain’t from the ground, are ya?” sawyer’s eyes lower, taking in callie’s clothing, her expression, and then they lift to her face again and he offers her a crooked smile. “you don’t seem like one’a them.”

like this for a small starter while i watch some lost.

        “---say, freckles, where y’been?”

so i haven’t had the time to rewatch any of lost and refresh my muse/memory, but i do still love sawyer a lot and intend to, one day, return to his blog, at least on a semi-active level. in the mean time, if anyone’s interested, i can be found over HERE, playing john murphy from the 100.

when you high key really miss a blog but you have hella muse elsewhere.

       “i miss you,” he mutters to himself, because he won’t share it with anyone else.