#deziree

I ordered this a couple of days ago, after watching the documentaries/pieced together footage on YouTube about Dan, The Dezirée Safaris, and about what had happened to Dan in Somalia. I won't lie and say I found him intentionally - I was led to him by clips featuring Chris Nolan and went on to find out his involvement with Dan, in the Safari group, in their humanitarian work including many other young men and women, and to find out a lot about Dan Eldon and his time around Africa - and then went on to cry like a baby when I learned what had happened in the short life he lived and his death at the hands of rebels in Somalia when he was just twenty two.

'Dezi had stayed on the sinking boat and Stasia hadn’t. But it didn’t matter, they both got to drown anyways.'

That's what Stasia had thought the night her sister and her not-boyfriend, Travis Montgomery, had come to pick her up from the park. She had been trying to drown out everything that happened to them then. Partying, sex, alcohol, drugs... None of it helped. Not even cutting her long hair off helped (those bangs were a fucking nightmare). It had been, what, four years now? without their mother. Time was supposed to make it better, right? Because what else did they have. In a way, it had. Stasia thought she'd felt better, that she'd been doing better. She'd tried, you know? As best she could, as much as she was capable, she had tried. And she hadn't puked in Travis' car in, like, a minute.

Still, a part of her couldn't shake it. The itch under her skin, the undeniable urge to run. She needed to get out of her head, she needed to get out of here. Tonight, though, she'd thrown back about a million shots with the usual crowd (Slightly Reynard included) and was currently loudly stumbling into her and Dezi's room. "Oh, fuck- Shit." Whatever had been on her bedside table, hit the floor hard.

"Pst, Travis, are you in here?" she whispered loudly before giggling. That never got old. @notasweetnightingale

“Hey, do you know where I can find someone to hold my hand through the haunted house?” @notasweetnightingale​

Ella found herself feeling awfully gloomy on this day, it just happened the day of which she was born. It was her 26th birthday. One she spend single and lonely of all feelings. She wasn't sure if she even deserved a birthday, yes her feelings were that gloomy. One could even think the poor girl was depressed, well slowly the past year started to sink in and the urge to cry just grew with it. She sniffled before plopping herself on the couch, putting one of the many action movies Patrick left behind and wrapped herself in a blanket, she still couldn't see the appeal of this type of movies, but it was better than to have to watch romantic movies while she herself was loveless. If anything she might be the most hated person in all of redwood, she honestly didn't know anymore. She wiped away her tears and wrapped herself in a cocoon of a blanket. "urg" she groaned.