julian had quite wisely opted not to allow cecilia to wobble her own way down the stairs to 2306 after a night’s drinking — so, neither particularly wanting to brave the stairs half-drunk in the dead of night, she found herself snuggling down into a makeshift bed upon his floor. “hey jay-jay,” she asked, turning over in the covers to face his bed, hazy eyes blinking up at him from below as her foot nudged one of the empty water bottles he’d made her finish, “how much water do you think i’d have to drink to accidentally drown myself?”

[ text : ] okay i know it’s late… but i have a theory! [ text: ] you know the story about the old woman who lived in a shoe? well i don’t think it’s as fictional as they’d lead us all to think[ text: ] she totally lived in the MASSIVE boot outside the ll bean in freeport, maine.[ text: ] not even a conspiracy theory. she’s there. i hope she’s doing well fuck 

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