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I’m TIRED of waking up with gas station video quality vision. ➜ sent , @purefaucet .
to: that one kid from class = cole ➜ delivered .
that sounds more like a you problem, not a me problem.
to: that one kid from class = cole ➜ delivered .
sleep in your glasses or get eye surgery idk.
to: that one kid from class = cole ➜ delivered .
a gas station is so specific.
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@purefaucet : “ if life were to suddenly get fair, i doubt it would happen in high school. ”
life is stable in very few ways to danny. the things upon which he can rely he can count on one hand : his mother, his father, his brother, converse sneakers, & the knowledge that this identity is fleeting & he must be ready to drop it & assume another at a moment’s notice. his mother hasn’t spoken to her father in fifteen years --------- no, life certainly isn’t fair.
HIGH SCHOOL - with its oft-archaic laws, & an academic system that seems built to fail ( not to mention the cliques, puberty, & self-discovery ) - IS THE ANTITHESIS OF FAIR. danny’s been through enough education systems to know this first hand.
❛ does it ever get fair ? ❜ a rueful smile. ❛ seems like it’s designed not to. ❜
* ——— @purefaucet / i killed someone. i killed someone.
❝ cole --- what’re you . . . ❞ warily, his hands are taken into hers, the undue panic in the warble of his voice incites a nauseous stirring within the seer. pallid tiles of the boys’ bathroom walls is a emetic backdrop, she finds cole curled ‘side the nearest stall, his eyes strigine in fear, as if ghouls of his past take shape before him in looming shadows ; it’s easy to see monsters, imagining them merciless in the dark. ❝ there’s nothing. ❞ abra drops to the linoleum, at the bend of his knees --- she pulls away from herself, searching and extending to him, a moored probe of his mind [ what’s wrong? tell me what’s wrong. ]. his face ashen, he’s adorned in past horrors, fermenting in his very depths. ❝ blood? there’s no blood, cole. there’s none on you. ❞
nice glasses
❝ real cute, wise guy. ❞
* random ask \ always accepting ! \ @purefaucet .
