#text:bailey

Ofelia: So do we believe that Topher is alive?

Ofelia: Um offended you didn't come with us to Bridget's the other night.

Private Number: Growing up in a small town has it’s perks. You’ve got a close-knit community, tons of locally grown fruit and vegetables, and the comfort of home wherever you go.

Private Number: But there’s a reason why people don’t leave Peach Hollows. Once you’re out, you think you’re invincible, that you can do anything. Isn’t that what happened with you, Bailey?

ASHLEY: Hey girls! I am so sorry for not telling you sooner. I have just felt like I have been on another cloud after this weekend then going straight to work.

Ofelia: Is it just me or was that gossip post really fucking rude?

Fingers hesitant, held breaths away from the tell tale keys that ever seemed to beat louder and louder. She heard it in her sleep; the echoes distilled among her delicate ribcage of fractures, heavy in a visceral attack of wills that she always seemed to lose to. Too much, too late; the words drowned the oxygen within her lungs–causing her to gasp at times that she couldn’t expect, even when expecting–left with an insatiable craving. To keep. To be. So yet again she continued forward; destruction promised and built upon the house of cards.