#augustjames

frankie: u should come by fannie’s tn!n

The new faces this little man is making, as he explores his little personality, and the ways in which he can impact the people around him - are truly magical. He smiles at EVERYONE who so much as says hi to him, and now, at not yet 9 months old, has taken to making silly faces and smiling bigger and bigger to make other people smile. He reacts strongly in dislike of negativity, and is a true joy - a bright light to be around. He LOVES his big sisters and his family, and has changed us. We are so blessed to be this little man's parents.

younger - ruel .

“ decide to be happy ” by misterwives

“ higher ground ” by stevie wonder

“ it’s weird seeing august around again . it’s like ... we both had a chance to get out of irving , have these different lives , and we both ended up back soundly in square one ... like , life said ‘ pass go and collect $200 ′ for both of us , and then just as quickly , went sike , now you’re in jail . not that irving is like jail ! because it isn’t . it’s home , and i love it here . everyone knows that . and at least for me , going to college wasn’t about escaping irving , but it kind of does feel like i’m trapped in this life here . i hope august doesn’t feel like that , too . she was doing such amazing things in new york . anyone who can tackle the big apple like that is just ... next level , really . i just hope she’s okay , if she came back home . that she’s happy with how things are going . and if she isn’t , that she knows it will be . i want to tell her that , but we were never that close . is that strange ? ”

       it has been nearly fifteen minutes of just this:   the swinging door of a dingy pub’s restroom briefly welcomes all the commotion heard in a distance           ━       commotion that misses precisely four attendees.    patrons come and leave in a rush or for a rush.       the turn of a faucet,       the timely wail of a girl and the shushing of another,       curious eyes dart up the large mirror above to peek at the stall where our abigail idles by,       only to be countered and shot right back with another set of eyes,         not curious but ready,  with a squint           ━       only abigail and august james can find this of concern.       or entertainment as abby smothers her laughter into the smallest of smirks at the material anguishly indulged through the cubicle.         oh, lourdes.... oh, baby girl...       /      it was the heaving but even worse,      there was the whining;     maudlin,     punctured with hiccups &  frustrated curses.     a typical pity party only a drunken girl could throw for herself and abby was sympathetic,  really.       supportive, even.     already up to spearhead a smear campaign against the dipshit who blew her high this soon into the night.       however,   the exposition needs to stop as lourdes here treads towards perilous territory.    ‘  lourd...  ’   heard as a whisper and abigail knows the rest,        lost in a gaze at the tiled ground but reserves a few knowing glances for august through the mirror with a poker face that crumbles with each absurdity.        has looked her way for unrelated reasons,     as well but none that matter now as she keeps close attention for either the door or the next best thing lourdes could share,       which came soon enough.         loud and declared in a disgusted huff.         something about the bumpiest c*ck she’d ever sucked and all it takes is one timed look right into august’s face for abigail to crack in a laughing fit,        not even at the fun fact anymore but feeling quite  #seen by her partner in delirium,   apparently.

nadira : was just looking back at some of my early designs and ... god bless you for wearing them nadira : that’s also to say ... sap incoming , idk what i’d do without you , then or now nadira : ok sap over