#presleysfm

send ؟ for my muse to drunkenly confess something they think about your muse! / @presleysfm

Vera’s lips tighten into some semblance of a sad smile, eyes flitting to the corners of the room in an effort to gather her thoughts. Phrase them in a way that warrants neither pity nor spite. But with all the alcohol in her system, it’s inevitable for her to fall down one side or the other. “I suppose I've always had an inkling that she never liked me...” god, it already sounds miserable. She downs the rest of her beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist before continuing.

“I don’t blame her, I swear it’s... I know I could be a bit much, sometimes.” The gnawing feeling at the pit of her stomach grows worse by the second. Maybe she should have eaten a bit more of the stale Jimmy’s all the excited sophomores served outside. “But I can tell she’s trying, like... there’s a visible effort on her part... not to straight-up gut me, I mean. There’s a good level of tolerance there. Decent. And I’m trying to latch onto it, but it’s like... I never say the right words, you know? Keep on fucking it up for some god awful reason.”

CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done?

[ sleepy ] : for your muse to slowly fall alseep on my muse’s lap

📒 : for a secret journal/diary they keep

mandy keeps a journal with her that is essentially to / for her father ; she imagines he’s still alive and she can somehow talk to him through this journal. she’ll mostly write it in after something big happens or when she can’t sleep at night.

here’s an entry from that journal ..

𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦. 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠  𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑤𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑.. 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.  𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝑖 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

👻 : for something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone