#fallonbackwards

"Something about her reminds me of my ex, which depending on who you ask could be a compliment or an insult."

WHAT YOUR MUSES NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE

fallon the fuckboy slayer 🧛🏼‍♀️

WHAT YOUR MUSES PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE

MY MUSES LAST TEXT TO YOURS

morgan 📲 : beep beep!!

morgan 📲 : open your door, I dropped off a care package for you

morgan 📲 : i’ll facetime you after work to show you my latest thrift shop haul too

“Genuinely one of the coolest people I know. And I meet a lot of people who like to think they’re cool.” @fallonbackwards

❛❛ I was cautious at first, I hate to admit. It had been Bowie, Robin and me for so long that the idea of somebody else coming in kind of scared me. I was afraid she’d try and take him back to Chicago or something. It’s not one of my proudest moments, it doesn’t paint me in the best of light. But the first time I seen her I only saw somebody who was just as frightened as I was. Fallon puts up a tough bravado, it’s that Chicago steel, but she fitted so perfectly into our siblinghood that it quickly felt like she’d never not been apart of it. She’s blood. She’s one of us, whether she wants the mess that comes with being a Shore or not. ❜❜

“I don’t think we realized something was missing from the three of us until Fallon showed up. I mean, she walked into the room -- this kinda mousy, gawky looking thing who was all elbows and knees. And it was like I recognized her. I’ll admit, I was kind of jealous when we first knew she was coming. I mean, Bowie has this whole other sister and what if he liked her more and wanted to hang out with her all the time instead of us? But I knew within 3 seconds of meeting Fallon that she was supposed to be with us. Like, that was our sister. It was like we already knew her and she’d been there forever. She’s in the club for life, no running now -- no take backs.” @fallonbackwards

“I came home from school one day and my mom was literally in the living room with a video camera set up, dressed to the fucking nines, recording herself give that fucking monologue Blanche gives in A Streetcar Named Desire. You know, ‘he was a boy, just a boy’. Yeah. She asked me if I could record for her, so I did. We literally stood there for four hours. I’m not exaggerating. And I have no idea how long she was there before I showed up. She didn’t even let me go take off my shoes, not until she had it perfect. I had the whole thing memorized by the time we were done. I still do. Asked her what the tape was for, what roll, what she was auditioning for, and she told me it wasn’t even for anything -- she just wanted to have something ready just in case. Try using that one as an excuse for why your homework’s not done.”