vi: *sees tates face* vi: i know why they call it manslaughter.
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Remember that kindness is not stupid. It’s ok to feel sad. If someone tells you a secret, believe them, even if it’s hard. I have a secret, too, want to hear? I see dead people.They scare me too, sometimes. Remember what I said about believing? Remember what I said about feeling sad? Ghosts aren’t so different, you know. They get mad because we don’t listen. They just want help. Even the scary ones. I’ll listen. Because I don’t want to be scared anymore. —————
cole sear. the sixth sense.
‘ are you sure you wanna go in there? ’
@entate u still hiding around the corner?
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“ oh, “ broad curve of his smile soften, the dimples fade. she slinks deeper within this shell of hers. “ ain’t got ‘nough shut-eye last night ? could take a nap on the couch if y’ want. “
she never sleeps ; but she doesn’t tell him that, a feigned yawn given at his question. she’s more tired than he’ll ever understand. . . than she ever wants him to understand. a hand reaches out, stopped short of grasping around his own melded fingers as shoulders drop further forward. ‘ . . . yeah, bad dreams. ‘ half a pause, brown eyes turned the living room briefly before back to him, ‘ that could be nice. ‘
‘ you’re going to die in there. ‘ her words are ominous yet spoken with casual indifference as the cigarette is lifted to her lips & the smoke is inhaled. it doesn’t hold any of the same effects it used to but it still brings a familiar comfort. a fake semblance of normality. violet draws it away a moment later, exhaling as she ashes.
@entate is probably lingerin’ around the corner like the creep he is.
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sadness has no reaches here in a mind sunshiny, ever-bright. “ hey, vi. cat got ya tongue or what ? “ dimples burrow into his cheek as both ends outstretch, he steps a little closer, chill rushing over skin but he is undaunted.
lips press faintly, his bright disposition washing over her & dark eyes linger upon his dimples as he smiles. oh. he’d asked her a question and she hesitates half a second longer before gathering herself to reply. she feels as though she looks every bit the idiot she seems. ‘ hey, jimmy —– uh no, i’m fine just. . . tired, i guess. ‘
me @ jimjam: itendsme
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Send in ‘🚬’ to catch my muse smoking.
dark eyes lift from her notebook as her mother enters the room, lips pressed faintly in annoyance. she hadn’t even bothered to knock & violet feels the urge to remind her to do so next time. yet she smothers the words before they come biting out, putting down her pen and notebook beside her on her bed. she shifts, legs crossed as she fixes her with a look akin to exasperation. as if being intruded upon is near betrayal. perhaps to a teenager it is. a brow lifts, her feelings of frustration bleeding into her tone as she speaks.
‘ what, mom? ‘ lips press, expectant of her answer. . . expectant of some form of bad news. after all, it feels like that’s the only thing being delivered as of late.
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