#effervescentnothing

i totally understand that. I use to have a really close knit group of people to RP with but now we’ve all just drifted...

of course like omigod you know? i love like rping but people suck so bad unless you’re like desperately proactive in this community /:

{Haha! Well it's not only other people. I don't know I guess it does take a lot out of me to make it work as well as I want it to. I find I don't click with other people well enough, I guess.

all the freaking time i cannot begin to tell you

GIRL POWER, MAN

A soft, hazy light poured in through the dayroom windows. Baby was sat on a slightly threadbare, mustard yellow sofa. There was a book open on her lap. Since Madam Gorski had taken over management of Lennox house the once completely unused room on the second floor had been reopened. It was a large space, with three tall windows in the long wall. There were a few chairs and sofas placed about in no particular fashion. A bookshelf and table tennis table resided in the left-hand corner, and a television set with a cracked screen sat on small table not far from the door.

Baby’s finger’s traced over the pages as the book lay open in her lap. It had been about six months since she had shown any resurgence from her catatonia. She had learned to speak again more or less but the written word continued to elude her. She would focus hard on the words but they never seemed to form into anything but a string of indecipherable symbols. Nonetheless, she knew this book by its pictures. She gazed down at Dorothy and the cowardly lion as they followed the yellow brick road.

The book made her feel strange. She remembered almost nothing before being in the hospital, only fragments of conversation and scenes and faces that might just have been dreams anyway. But still. She traced the curve of the yellow brick road, she had known this book in her past. Maybe she had even read it before the letters had become so alien.

Baby sensed someone approaching her, she glanced up and saw March. March was the first nurse baby had been able to recognize, and she was the only person she really felt she could talk to. 

i just like to unfollow and delete them completely off of my shit. No matter how interesting their characters are, I...