#cntdestroy

holy…. shit

I can sing along decently to Korean songs.

Sydney had had an incredibly long day. It was only early evening but the fact that she had been up since 5 and barely stopped or even slowed down all day had her feeling like it was much later than it was. She had been looking forward to showering and scrubbing all of the car grease off her hands that had built up significantly over her morning-long search for the source of the car’s leaking brake fluid. After that she thought she might watch the travel documentary she had taped on her TV the night before and go to bed as early as the multiple cups of coffee she had consumed earlier would allow.

Instead, she found herself knocking on the door of someone she presumed was a complete stranger. She knew logically that she could have just thrown the mail with Esme Song’s name on it away or left it in the mail room but the perfectionist in her hadn’t allowed her to. She would have preferred to have just stuffed it in the correct mail slot and been done with it but the one in question had already been completely filled, likely with advertisements, menus and catalogues if her own mail box was anything to go by. And there was the small matter of the word urgent stamped across it in bright red ink. She made an attempt to wipe any trace of how tired she was from her face and knocked, deciding that if no one answered she would just try and slot the piece of mail under the door.

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair . 

   ‘   that's  just  another  lump  of  coal  i'll  bury  deep  in  my  dungeon  of  sadness  next  to  my  daddy  issues  &  ballerina  dreams  .   ’