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A rare pose from my reluctant muse..... #mumproblems #shymodel #childmodel #mumlife #cyprusmum #scousemum #mummysboy #strikespose #mumphotographer #mumblogger #bossmum (at Latchi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNnI3PEnGbz/?igshid=yf8qwrjuto0a

        It was getting late so Quinn decided that he would head home before it got too dark and too cold. The boy brought his foot up onto the bench he was sitting on and began to tie his shoe. The last thing he needed was to trip over them. His body might just shatter if he hit the ground. While occupied with his shoe strings the wind picked up and blew a couple sheets from his sketch book in opposite directions. "Shit!" The boy shot up, grabbing his things, and heading after them. On his way after the first the boy happened to bump into someone but only had time to shoot a quick, "Sorry!" before continuing off. 

                                Maybe his medications were wearing off, maybe he was starting to have resistance building up against such drugs and they no longer were effective on him. Timothy brought his thumb swiping droplets of tears off his eyes. He shouldn't feel sad especially if he couldn't explain why was he downing himself in such feeling. Exhaling a long breath out, he picked his tall figure from the cold comforts of the wall, pacing forth to set on his journey back home -- only to walk into a person, quickly having his hands grabbing by both shoulders of the latter - catching them before they could fall. "I-I-I .. I-'m sorry, I didn't mean too -- "

    "Heh. Did one of my clients say something to you about me? I don't remember meeting so many people at once before." He certainly seemed to be growing in popularity lately. Not that he was complaining. He flourished under such attention. But he had to question why eventually. It certainly wasn't his piss poor personality that made people come flocking to him, was it?

oh no bbycakes, take all the time you need... i'm not settled down yet with school shits so issokay

        ❋✞ A big bundle of muscles delicately picking flowers--how often do you see that? Quiet now, don't disturb this rare scene or you might startle him away.

                           Instead, she took a stroll around in the building. Hospital terrified her. A lot. There wasn't once where she would have thought she would wanna end up being in here; even if she did suffer from her illnesses before. It wasn't long before Layla grew tired from the walk and made her way to the small chapel outside the main building. There wasn't anyone there and she had decided that this would be her favorite place. Not because she was a too religious person but this was the only place where the antiseptic smell didn't dominate the air and that this was the calmest place she could find around. She sat herself  at the back rows of the church's bench. She didn't do anything, not minding to have thoughts on prayers but instead stared off the distant. The ceiling had beautiful painting drawn she had noticed. 

           Matthew should have learned by now that the world will not allow him to do normal things. Such as, kicking a can that was on the almost empty sidewalk. Apparently, there was much more force than intended and the can went sailing towards another person, effectively hitting them. Crying out, Matthew made his way over to the unfortunate person, raising his hands, hovering over the other. "I'm so sorry!"