Walk in the room Watching you smoke I'm such a fool Take off your coat
Walk in the room Watching you smoke I'm such a fool Take off your coat
Cass: So, are you nervous at all to see Nyla this weekend?
June: Yeah, a little. But I’m hoping she will take the news better in person.
Cass: That you don’t want to be with her?
June: Yeah, and that I like someone else.
Cass: When are you going to tell me who this mystery person is?
June: Are you going to Julie’s party?
June: Well, I’m hoping she’ll be there.
June: But if Nyla doesn’t freak out and is chill, I’m prob going to bring her.
Cass: That seems like a really bad idea, June.
June: You think so?
Cass: Yeah, it’s awful honestly [smirks].
June: IDK, I guess I was hoping it would be a good start to us just being friends.
Cass: By rubbing your new interest in her face at a party?
June: Well, that wasn’t the goal. UGH… IDK what to do.
Cass: I’m not saying I have the right answers, but maybe consider that she has feelings too.
June: You think I don’t know that?
Cass: Well, this plan seems pretty insensitive to Nyla.
June: Ouch, Cass.
Cass: It’s better to hear it now than to have a big blow up. I’m just saying, maybe hold off on introducing your ex to your crush. I mean, I know I’m going to hate this new girl… err.. I..
June: Why would you hate her?
Cass: I didn’t mean hate, I just meant..
June: Jealous? Are you… jealous?
Cass: Well, it wasn’t too long ago I was hoping we would..
June: Cass, I thought I made it clear that I just want us to be friends.
Cass: I thought it was until you got over your ex.
June: No, I’m sorry if I wasn’t obvious. I really appreciate our friendship and I don’t wanna lose that.
Cass: Yeah, I get it.
June: Ok, change of subject. What were you wanting to tell me?
Cass: Huh… oh yeah. I am going to stay with my great aunt Agnes over break and was wondering if you’d want to come. She lives in H.O.B.
June: Oh, that sounds like fun. I’m sorry tho, I already made plans for break.
Cass: Oh, that’s ok.
Cindy Ella and the haunted mansion news back to back I am barely clinging to life at this point I can’t wait for societal collapse actually
it’s actually a humiliating feeling because rich people KNOW how to make poor people feel humiliated. “you don’t work hard enough” “your family is lazy” “you just need to HUSTLE” like. you rich ppl lived a spoiled ass life and got everything handed to you and you have the audacity to say such things …. fuck off.
Please shut up
Sometimes I see a beautiful woman and all I can think is “how????”
Lyfe would be better if I was a ghost and had a boyfriend
Un sogno è molto più che un semplice, vano desiderio espresso mentre cade una stella, mentre gli ultimi secondi di un anno si affrettano a diminuire; è molto più che un brindisi al primo secondo di un anno nuovo ed è ben altro di ciò che precede il soffio delle candeline.
I sogni non son (soltanto) desideri come dissero in una fiaba tempo fa,
i sogni sono la vaga descrizione di ciò che infondo, dentro di te, già sei... ed il presagio di ciò che diventerai.
heaven ○ barbara visage ○ sighs
you’re the sweetest ○ barbara dev ○ symphony of hope
a listener ○ barbara musings ○ needs a listener too
shut up ○ barbara crack ○ my favorite song is playing
will they ○ barbara ask ○ tell my story?
for those who ○ barbara verse ○ dare to hope
Chapter 4 - What the hell happened?
The Arts Fair was a great event, artists from all over the country and world participated in it. Village blocks and buildings were used for the fair. It was indebted to sections: paintings and drawings, photography, theater, music, dance, cinema and sculpture. It was the biggest art event in the country. But instead of enjoying the event Melissa and her brothers were staring in front of a mirror admiring Benjamin's shaved face. Well, Melissa and Diego were doing it, Benjamin was missing his gone beard.
They were alike, the same pointed chin, upst nose and brown eyes. Melissa was happy to see that she looked as healthy as her siblings. She still looked pale compared to them, their skin was a darker brown compared to hers. But it looked like she had regained the weight she had lost.
What bothered Melissa the most about the situation was that they had come out of the cold of their village to come to the Arts Fair and feel cold. She had finally understood why she had been lucky enough to wake up painless yesterday, her knee was preparing her for the pain she would feel that day.
Her cell phone started shaking in her pocket, she pulled it out and saw it was an alarm to eat, drink water and go to the bathroom. Melissa breathed a sigh, just the idea of walking around until she found a restaurant made her knee hurt more. Ben came close and put his hand on his shoulder.
- Diego went to admire some sculptures, we can go eat together - He pointed to a building that was further ahead - there is a snack bar nearby.
Melissa didn't even realize Diego was gone. But she was happy to know that not only did she have a snack bar nearby, but that Benjamin would be the one who would accompany her to her meal.
Although they walk slowly, they were not enjoying the many sculptures that were in the tents or in the open sky. Most of them were abstract and none of them could understand how they meant more than twisted metal in a strange position.
Before they reached the diner, something strange happened. Melissa could feel Canela as if he were by her side, at this distance she should hardly be able to connect through the link. And the feeling was different from what she had felt over the last few years. It was the same link, but something had been added to it.
She began to breathe heavily, her hands twisting her blouse. Every moment she felt Canela better. Suddenly she began to see his cage and her room while watching the street of the Arts Fair. She winked and scratched her eyes, but she kept seeing what Canela was seeing. During the confusion she knocked down her noise cancelling headphones.
Melissa then began to smoke during her breaths. She had let go of her cane and closed her eyes hard. Her hands were on her ears and just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she stopped feeling Cinnamon. She had not been the only one to be affected, several people in the square were in a situation similar to hers. The rest seemed to be confused by what the empaths had done.
Just when Melissa was starting to calm down, she realized she hadn't thought about garden dragons all morning. Her breathing accelerated again, the street became very noisy and the questions that came into her head only made her more nervous. Aren’t garden dragons my special interest anymore? What's my career going to be if I don't like animals anymore? Can I choose a career based on my special interest? What if my next special interest lasts less time? Will that change how I feel about Cinnamon? She was in pain and the noises she heard from the busy street hurt her ears. So many different loud sounds, they suffocated her and prevented her from thinking clearly. Some people were watching Melissa had a meltdown, with her hands in her ears, crying, not breathing properly, and repeating the same word.
She was lifted and forced to walk. She smelled eucalyptus coming from the person who was making her walk. Her injured leg was making her more nervous.
Melissa was taken to an establishment where she climbed the stairs to a room that was basically empty. The noises of the street became more muffled, and she finally sat down. It was only when she heard a waterfall that her breathing began to return to normal. Her hands stopped pressing her ears so tightly and she no longer felt suffocated.
Melissa still couldn't think clearly, but she was much less tense. All the pain she had felt with the emotional and sensory overload was gone, only her left knee hurt. As soon as she began to wipe her face from the tears she had shed, her brother gave her a wet handkerchief.
She picked up her brother's phone and increased the volume, until she could not hear anything other than the waterfall. She couldn't handle the noise she heard from downstairs, the doors opening, glasses slamming, people eating, talking.
- Mel, I got your noise cancelling headphones and your cane.
It took her some time to understand what her brother had said. And a few more seconds were needed for her to formulate an answer.
- Can we go home?
- Of course - his voice was soft and calm - now?
Melissa shook her head negatively; she was not yet ready to face all the people who were at the fair. She also didn't want to think about what happened and what it meant until she was in her room. She forced herself to only have two things in her head, the sound of the waterfall and the pain of her knee.
When Melissa woke up, she was in the room that had been separated for her at her aunt's house. She scratched her eyes and started looking for her cell phone. An hour had passed since the last time she touched a cell phone. Which meant she could take painkillers again.
She was turning to reach the remedies that were on the dresser when she saw Cinnamon. She almost screamed. Melissa wanted to know how he was so badly. If what had happened had changed anything from their bond. If any damage had been caused. If the fact that garden dragons were no longer her special interest changed their connection. But she couldn't do that at the time. She was in no condition to connect with him without making him feel her pain. First, she'd have to take the painkiller and wait for it to take effect.
Melissa got out of her bed, went to where Cinnamon was and pulled him out of her cage. After taking the medicine she lay down and put it on top of her tattoo, on top of her heart. She took a bubble wrap she had put on top of the dresser and started bursting it. Every snap she heard made her anger over her situation diminished a little.
well, they did it comrades. they girlbossified cinderella.
Sicilian Ghost Story (2017) di Fabio Grassadonia e Antonio Piazza
Me: Okay, for this story I want something light and humourous. Probably a T rating. Think old-school Indiana Jones style adventure movie, where nothing ever gets too serious and-
My brain: Did you say angst?
Me: No, no... anything but angst.
My brain: I have smut also.
Me: That's not...
Me (sighing): Okay fine... hand them over. Let's make some fuckin' magic happen.