Brittle Bones & Wonky Wands

— he’s been playing a game nonstop. someone stop him.

She dived on him. “pay attention to me!”

“hey —- remember that time in second grade where i proposed to you with a ring pop? and you finally said yes after years of me wooing you with play-doh structures and sticking gum in your hair? i just remembered. we had a big ceremony in the playground and everything —- and you never divorced me. so technically, we’re still married.” he laughed as he rambled, cheeks flushed by the several beers he’d ordered at the open bar of their mutual friend’s wedding earlier on in the evening. he loosened his tie, opening his own beer and tossing one at the other before letting himself fall onto his couch, pushing off his shoes. “anyways, all that to say i’m really glad we got the whole wedding reception thing out of the way when we were five. weddings are fucking exhausting.”

Isabella let out a giggle, shaking her head at him. “Oh I remember, when I had to tell my mom you stuck gum in my hair and it had to be cut out. I will say, it was cute how persistent you were,” she winked, her shoulder nudging his. “Ah see, after all this time, we’re still stuck together.” Her tone playful as she leant back on the wall for a moment, her fingers running down her figure in her fitted red dress, kicking off her black heels and falling on the couch next to him. “Fucking right? It was beautiful though.” Giggling from all the drinks she’d consumed.

    “—So anyway, I was eating a pint of ice-cream in sweatpants like a man, and this girl who I met the other night, was still at my place - for whatever fucking reason - and goes,” His cadence rises as he mocks the girl, “Wes are you eating an entire pint of ice-cream by yourself!?” Shaking his head briefly, he sighs, “And I was like hopefully, unless you selfishly want a bite.” Scoffing, he throws his hands up still in disbelief at the situation that happened a week ago.

Her brows raised, listening to his story. “why the fuck isn’t a guy allowed to eat a tub of ice cream by themselves? It’s not like its ‘gender appropriate’ for a girl too but not a guy, How many brain cells did that girl lack?” She huffed, rolling her hues at the story. “fucking stupid, this is why I don’t hae friends.”

this is it.

Charles Bukowski, Hollywood (via princsdiana)

‘Which of these powers is the best?’ The ability of metamorphosis? Oh, that’s good.

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