#iseulxyf

❥ CATEGORIZED TEXT MEME.    STATUS: Accepting !!

[ sms: ms. kham ]    » hello good morning!! I was wondering if u have time. id like to talk to u about my schedule. i wanna take art   » When do i start .

As assertive and energetic as she could be at school, it definitely didn’t reflect her habits once she stepped foot inside her apartment. The moment she got back home she flung her bra across the room, changed into something more comfortable and tucked herself in on the couch. She was usually exhausted after a typical day, and the best remedy for that was to do absolutely nothing. Hours had passed since she last looked at the time, and when her phone lit up she realized that it was later than she thought. One arm snaked around the two cats sprawled across her limbs and opened the text. She might’ve been completely depleted of energy before, but this effectively brought her back to the mindset needed to get shit done. Unfortunately the slumbering felines stole her thunder as she couldn’t just barge up from the couch in vigor, so Iseul proceeded to carefully peel the animals off of her lap before getting up and letting the blanket pool around her feet.

[ text; s - georgia caldwell ] if you tell me where you are i can pick you up.

And grab some food while she’s at it? Yes, perfect. Even if this ended up being Georgia texting the wrong number, or simply pulling her leg, Iseul still hunted her bra down and got into an old pair of jeans. She was hungry so she’d go out for some food regardless, and if she ended up escorting the young woman home that was just a plus.

god!ー then came a disruptive sound, a pervading sound of the sort. a noise that pierces from its predicted outburst and stays with you. an electric thrill, brief as it overwhelmed the ruins of the darkened street. she smelled the air heavy with musk, weighted with the dampness of the showers from rain. she could find, rather, in preference of a personal peculiarity, that time no longer ran on the basis of speed. that she no longer felt acquainted to any set imperative. the threshold that held her lacking, but most awake memories now lies in the responsibility of her actions.

though in truth, she looks to the red light and feels as if she will burn. her resistance, her ability to have relation with stability deserted itself gone. because a stranger would look at her, and she’d see them as ambiguous bodies that their speech couldn’t make up for their funny faces. and they talked, voicing their concerns, and still, their words are venom to her ears and they must be growing two more eyes from the backs of their heads. it couldn’t be denied that the world seemed topsy-turvy now, either. georgia walks a careless sway, an angry and confused drinker. the back of her throat would sear when she breathed the surrounding air. she begins yelling at the sky.

[ sms, ms. kham ]     » hlleo hi yes tis the     » yKnow that,smile ass bar on the cornrer     » its like teo minutes away from     » like you ccant msi it its two or five Seven bloxks down from sundog

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    » I CAN’T FUCKING LOOK AT THE SCREEN ANYMORE I WANNA REGURGITATE MY OWN EYES AAGHHHh

she slips on the glistening sidewalk, sitting down. she watches as though a home from across seems to be communicating with each other and buries her face in her hands. oh, for she can’t find her senses, that she is unruly beyond sharpness.