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allison chestnut. mrs. allison chestnut.

the name still felt weird coming off her lips, but it was a good weird. she wasn’t sure where ( or when ) her siblings were ( or if they were even alive. which she refused to think about ) so she'd been determined to make the best out of her life in 1960′s dallas, no matter how hard it might be for someone like her. she’d found work. she’d found friendship. and yet meeting raymond, falling in real love - that was the best feeling she’d felt in a long while.

setting another box - the last box - down in their new living room, she called out to her husband, wherever he’d disappeared off to - probably already unpacking or cleaning something.  “ ray? that’s the last box. we’re officially moved in! ”

it’d been nearly twenty minutes since nathan had excused himself with an abrupt “ i got’a take a piss. ” he knew sooner or later someone would catch on and come looking for him, complaining that it wasn’t fair they were all working while he was just relaxing on the roof of the community center - or rather, hiding, as it were. 

sure enough, footsteps approached and he readied his ( mostly overdramatic ) excuses. he was prepared to talk the person to death if it meant getting out of more painting! he was covered in the stuff!

basic angst . accepting .

for Dallas .

     “IT’S HOT ... “ the boy managed through a heavy breath; a mix between a sigh and a murmur. The blazing summer sun, blinding at its peak in the sky, kept his forehead warm, fringed hair SWEATY where it hung past his eyes. 

     It also probably didn’t help that he hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. Or lunch, as the sun had gotten higher above him, BURNING through that thick and dark hair. But as Mark had sat here, on the short fence ruts just high enough for him to perch on, it had gotten harder to leave. All energy expelled, only keeping him rooted to the spot, and further under the heat’s damnation. And SICKLY spell.

@turnpage​ said;

‘ self care is putting absurd amounts of parmesan cheese on your pasta. ’ from Ben ?

Some days are better,  some days are worse. And then there are those days you feel your life simply is hanging by a thread, one you hold and one that you may break so easily. When all seems pointless and no matter how hard you try to make it through the day, the simple act of breathing seems a burden because of the tangled web that holds your mind and heart captive,what do you do? The human nature makes us search a purpose, set goals (even if those goals may be lying all day in bed or putting and end to everything). What do you do when you feel that you hit the bottom and simply can’t find a way to survive in your current reality?  When all that surrounds you is closing itself around you, suffocating you in mundane and boredom?

Je te l'ai dis, j'arriverais à vivre de mon propre bonheur. Et magique. J'y arrive.