#m:august

“Hey! Long time no see, I almost overlooked you in the sea of neon-colored faces.” August smiled, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. “Almost - perks of being tall, I suppose. How’ve you been? You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

August didn’t mind parties, in general, they were fun as long as he planned for them and the perfect place to meet the most ‘out there’ students on campus. It was the mess that he minded - the mess and the smell of sweat, lust, and alcohol.

“Socks are practical and wearing shoes without them just guarantees that they’ll get really fucking gross. Wet socks are the work of the devil and I can’t stand to wear them for long. As for fuzzy socks go, I’ve never owned a pair but they look comfortable, I guess? They’re socks, what do you want me to say?” 

“No, I’m constantly suffocating up here. Thanks for checking in!” 

“It’s a tie between death and disappointment - both my own and of the people I care about and respect. Nothing groundbreaking, but there’s a reason they’re both so common.” 

“I like the fact that I’m a realist - it’s always convenient to have one’s priorities straight and i feel like I do a pretty good job of that. On the flip side, I hate how hard I find it to adapt to things - to compensate for the unexpected. I’ve been told I’m guilty of micromanaging and I can’t say I don’t see it.” 

“I don’t remember most of my dreams so I can’t be sure, but the scariest one I remember having was right after my mother died…I dreamt I watched my dad skin her alive while my sister and I were frozen in place, our eyes held open by some invisible force. I woke up screaming. To say it was impactful would be an understatement.” 

“They’re not technically books, but I think the declaration of independence or the constitution would be the most appropriate? They are the most symbolic pieces of text from the creation of our government, after all. That’s a boring answer though, so my intro to psychology textbook because it cost me 200 bucks and it’s doing fuck all just collecting dust on my shelf. I might as well get another day’s use out of it.”