#cntrling

               bare  feet   //   muddy  paws  ——  lounging  backwards  on  a  throne  of  his  own  imagination     (   piles  of  sticks ,  leaned  up  against  a  tree  four  times  thicker  than  he   ).     WORN  OUT  from  the  morning’s  games  and  sent  the  wild  things  off  to  find  him  lunch   !     max  is  just  about  ready  for  a  nap ,  head  lolled  backwards  and  crown  CLINGING  ON  in  a  sea  of  tangled  curls.  but  there’s  rustling  of  branches   &   leaves  underfoot ,  newly - fallen  with  the  season ;  sounds  smaller  than  the  beasts  he  is  used  to  around  here.  head  draws  up  at  the  disturbance ,  frown  creasing  a  dirty  face  at  the  sight  of  STRANGERS.     “   you’re  not  my  wild  things.   ”     said  somewhat  in  disdain   //   perhaps  a  little  wary  as  he  looks  over  them.  either  that  or  they’re  extraordinarily  people -  looking.

                    ‘ jess? it’s carol. ’

@cntrling.

      he smiles in a way that implies he really found that funny. it’s been quite a while since bobby has smiled.  ❛ no. i’m getting married. ❜

SISTER FROM ANOTHER MISTER - “she’s always been the thelma to my louise.” /// “you know they died driving off a cliff, right?” /// “yes, right after they shot a man who crossed them.”

aaaahhh bless, thank you so much for this little message, hun! I’m going to take today to process it all, but I’m already starting to feel better thanks to kind messages such as these!      I’m going to keep my head up!   😌💕

♕ (   STARTER   |  @cntrling    )