#jaekakes

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Jules: half-finished sculptures, paint-stained hands, thesmell of sunscreen, lying on a blanket looking up at the stars

bonfire // describe your dream house

a charming two-story in the suburbs, within walking distance to at least two bars; three bedrooms and an office; master bathroom connected to the bedroom with a huge roman bathtub; spacious kitchen that i’ll mainly use for making cocktails february thru september because i’m still not much of a cook but god damn it i will bake the shit out of a cake for you; plenty of backyard for the kids to play in, maybe on a green belt; a relatively quiet street so i don’t have to have the same anxiety my own mother had about playing in the front yard; a basement to house a recording studio, a craft room, and sleepovers; basically an amalgamation of all the houses i grew up in.

quilt // how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

i take coffee with three or four creams, maybe two sugars if it’s really bad diner coffee; my teas i like with a lot of spice and black licorice flavor. my favorite for the last few years has been mad hat’s songbird/my throat hurts. they also make an indian black tea with almonds that i like. sometimes i take it with honey, most of the time i’ll drink it as-is.

cocoa // if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

don’t forget to close the windows! :)-k

despite her best efforts, sara couldn’t fight the way the corners of her mouth pulled back into a grin. of course the reminder was left on a pink post-it note. with a smiley face. she wasn’t frilly by any means, but katie made no efforts to hide her femininity -- lip gloss and a quick coat of mascara every morning at least; meanwhile, sara had given up on trying to brush through her chestnut curls.

with anyone else, she would have taken offense at a note like that; considered it passive-aggressive, bossy, something like that. katie could probably leave her a note confessing to murder and she would think it was sweet. the adhesive strip stuck to the length of her finger as she used her other hand to make sure the apartment windows were all pulled shut, a barrier between their cozy (read: cramped) studio and the cold that was just beginning to bear down on connecticut. it stayed on her finger while she slid her socked feet into leather boots, clumsily pulled a beanie onto her head, and twisted the lid closed on her coffee tumblr. no one was around to witness it, but she felt a twinge of embarrassment as she realized she should probably put the note in the trash, but what if katie saw it there? why would she care -- but what if she did?

so it ended up in her sock drawer, the closest secret spot she could find before she bundled up and headed to class. it wasn’t long before the note gained a few companions: reminders to get dinner started because katie would be home later and they were having friends over, the occasional good luck! on test days. sara even started leaving her own on occasion, stuck on the coffee maker or the medicine cabinet, requesting a beer run because sara was still a few months shy of 21, or just a reminder that she loved her. a few of them were even left on those pink post-it notes because she’d run out of her own and was either too busy or too stressed to go out and replace them. at some point, she couldn’t quite recall when, she stopped thinking, just reveled in the moment of reading the note before slipping it into the sock drawer.

she didn’t give it a second thought until her final days of packing for a cross-country move; sea to shining sea and all that. she pulled them out with a pair of expedition-weight socks which hadn’t seen the light of day since the temperatures rose above the forty-degree mark. within minutes, her throat swelled with soreness, brought on by the repression of emotion; a heavy marriage of nostalgia, grief, and impending loneliness. but no water would spill from her eyes; katie would be home any moment now to take her to the airport, and this was already hard enough. 

38//My childhood career choiceWhen I was in middle school I wanted to be a CSI (classic), but then in high school I decided I’d be better off playing one on tv.

39//My favorite ice cream flavorCookies and cream or coffee.

40//Who I wish I could beJoni Mitchell.

41//Where I want to be right nowOn a beach in Kauai with a cold drink :)

42//The last thing I ateCrunchwrap Supreme :/

43//Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediatelyDana Delany. Also Gillian Anderson. Why am I like this.

Crazy selection, different genres, but conveys many different meanings of “Fuck You” - All in all a Peyton Sawyer Playlist 

Sweetheart, What Have You Done To Us - Keaton Henson

Half Light - BANNERS

Overdue - The Get Up Kids

Re-Offender - Travis

When It All Falls Apart - The Veronicas

Glory Box - Portishead

Post Blue - Placebo

Jesus - Brand New

Hemorrhage - Fuel

Pardon Me - Incubus

Cannonball - The Breeders

Bela Lugosi’s Dead - Bauhaus

Be Yourself - Audioslave

Funny Little Feeling - Rock ‘n’ Roll Soldiers

Heart Full of Black - Burning Bridges

Remedy - Hot Water Music

Stay Away - The Honorary Title

Beautiful is Gone - The Rise

An Honest Mistake - The Bravery

No Good - Kate Voegle 

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

I’ve Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) - Fall Out Boy

What’s Up? - 4 Non Blondes

Breakeven - The Script

Gives You Hell - All American Rejects

Psychotic Girl - The Black Keys

Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet

Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris ft. Florence Welch

i | what is your sexuality?i identify as bisexual or queer.

xi | tell us about your first crush?not including dana scully? his name was eric, we played mary and joseph in the preschool nativity. i thought it was fate because i was the little mermaid and he was my prince eric.

xxiv | how do you feel about the term “queer”?i love it. i think it’s really useful for people who see their sexuality or gender as fluid. it also has a lot of history behind it; depending on what era or place you’re looking at, it can be heartbreaking or incredibly empowering.