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chris-woods‌:
#the cutest to ever cute
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HAYDEN GARCIA.
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(  @jawbroke​​  )   /   Her eyes have poured over the same book for days now — whenever they weren’t moving or she wasn’t talking to Keller or Abbie, she  ‘   read   ’   trying to get her mind off one of two things: painstaking loneliness, or debilitating fear. It’s the only one she packed in her bag for the trip, and even then it had been a re-read. They scan the pages even in the dark, when she can’t see a single letter, just so feel the pages in between her fingers. The ACTION of reading, something familiar, robotic, and it’s almost as if she hopes letters and syllables and words will jump out of it towards her, instructions commanding her with what to do. It doesn’t work. She’s cold and she’s tired and she’s scared, but she doesn’t want unlikely companions to know. She wants them to think of her as brave, some kind of de-facto leader.   “   We’re going to die,    ”  She says, quietly to Keller, and though her heart aches with forlornness, her voice is matter of fact. She means it, and Hayden shuts her book.   “   I’d like to think it’s a blaze of glory, you know? Like, whatever’s even happening, we fight it. And it’s like some STUPID young adult novel where the kids save the day.    ”    Complete with a love triangle, she thinks, but she doesn’t say it.    “   But I think I’m going of dehydration. Or like, dysentery if I have to drink lake water. It’s all very Oregon Trail. That or getting SERIAL KILLED by a prison escapee.  ”   She doesn’t know why she thinks prisons would have a multitude of escapees now, but everything else seems to have gone to shit, and ridiculous fears help satiate the real ones.
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backpack plays the barrier between keller and a stiff neck––the ground wet and hard beneath a dirtied bag and the clothes rolled up inside of it. a stone toss away, there’s abigail, asleep. and ABOVE THEM, the night sky. branches obscure the stars speckled across, or maybe they weren’t stars at all. sometimes, he swore they MOVED    –    inches by the minute, creeping camouflaged amongst the real suns lightyears away. sometimes, he believed none of them to be real… he’s counting them now, long haven given up on the idea of sheep, praying for slumber to wash him over–– but NOTHING. he’d had trouble sleeping for a while now, and the girl at his side   –   abigail shabat : middle through high school crush   –   managed to seamlessly. if he had the energy, maybe he’d muster up jealousy. for now, he settles on forcing the same ease into his own routine. thirty-five, thirty six–– then hayden speaks, and he loses count.    ‘    how did they escape?    ,    his voice is low, evening out as he goes.    ‘    unless those… things–���    ,    the week spent in the wilderness hadn’t helped them in the department of clarity. what he’d seen had been a pixelated image of grey, and what he’d heard hadn’t been much more comprehensible. there was something out there, that much he could conclude, but he had yet to reach hayden’s level of fatalistic pessimism.    ‘    ––broke into sing sing, with the purpose of turning society’s rejects against their own kind, for some type of… droid lead army of human vigilantes, i think we’re good.    ,     one, two, three––    ‘     … they were all probably left for dead.    ,    
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katyazhuravlik‌:
Let me have it, all of it. I prefer to die with dignity.
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stuckinreversemode‌:
Sex and the City (2008, dir. Michael Patrick King)
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jawbroke · 4 years
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SALEM WINTERS.
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‘ I don’t know what the FUCK to do, saw, honestly. It’s like the little midget gets a thrill out of destroying MY things, ’      a loud, exasperated HUFF left the wide-eyed blondes lips, as she paced back and forth between the small confines of her room; a sore reminder of what she, and well, everyone, had lost - the familiarity of their old world. in truth, her anger was displaced; Salem Winters loved children. t r u t h f u l l y. but everything that had happened, it had put the girl on EDGE, not to mention the inconvenient disappearance of her u s e l e s s parents. ‘ HOW am i supposed to look after a five year old demon-child, in the midst of all this shit? I can barely look after myself, literally, i don’t remember the last time i had breakfast. does that sound like somebody that could care for a child? does it? ’
@jawbroke​
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THEY’D ALL GROWN UP TOO FAST.      sawyer through the car crash, dylan with a secret past weighing her down, and kit running from OVERBEARING parents. at the end of the day, salem was no different from the rest of them. but now, what separated her from the group was responsibilities, heavy and unescapable, cards no young adult should be dealt at the end of the world.    ‘    she’s probably just scared.    ,    her and everybody else. there was something comforting about the UNITY OF FEAR, even if it meant kinship felt with a five year old.    ‘    besides, you’ve been doing a bang up job so far.    ,    lord knows if it’d been sawyer, she would’ve crumbled like a house of cards.    ‘    seriously. i’m surrounded by ADULTS and i still feel like a babysitter.    ,   a sigh, and she pulls legs closer to her chest. neither sienna nor steven would appreciate the sentiment, though it didn’t take away from the truth. the kinney residence had turned into a WAR ZONE: emotions running high, all siblings believing themselves to be the one of reason. same as always, only higher stakes this time.    ‘    i could take her off your hands, if you want. for a couple of hours… let you sleep, relax for a bit. you deserve it.    ,
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jawbroke · 4 years
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ʟᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟsᴛᴀᴅ.
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         SINCE HE WAS YOUNG his mind had been blotted with apocalyptic scenarios, chaos played out on the dark screen of closed eyes. he hadn’t imagined it anything like this, he hadn’t imagined feeling like this. the perpetual fear that struck him, barely balanced on the teetering edge of colossal change. no one prepares for the end of the world, that’s what this is, isn’t it ? the future coming to stake it’s claim and all he can do is pluck the strings on his guitar, the annoying twang of open chords played over and over, remiss of a beat. boredom, which was once a cozy melancholy, is spiked with trepidation. he catches himself outside of himself, with a lost stare, there’s a gruesome death somewhere, in the future, in the reflection of glassy eyes. she pulls him back, he takes a deep breath. ❛   hey.   ❜ his voice cracks, a splinter down what’s already fragile. he’s so fucking scared. crafted not from brimstone and fire but cowardice upon cowardice. ❛   i was gonna text you, but … ❜ he nods towards the phone, it’s been dead for a couple of days now. and before that … cowardice, that’s all he is. it’s gonna be okay. that’s what he’d said to her. ❛   are you scared ?   ❜ he masks the tremor in his tone, but looks for affirmation with pleading eyes. he can’t think, but it’s nice to see her, really. 
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THE    REALITY    HAD    YET    TO    SETTLE    IN.    their world , now one of sci-fi films and novels, unfathomable to a girl whose worldview was shared in equal by religion and science. although feeling as if having stumbled into a world of FICTION, sawyer had failed to let passivity take charge. she pays attention, closely and with intent, awaiting ways to prepare both mentally and physically. her ventures into the woods with ELLIOT MOORE were a task of both, skills picked up as well as the occasional slip of mouth. it added purpose to her days, even when these events were few and far between. it was    nightfall    she worried of    –    thoughts unobstructed by menial tasks, penetrating a wall of disbelief and sawyer winds up fearful, feeling helpless. she thinks of death again and death thinks of her. if they are to meet in the middle, at least she’ll be ready. whatever that entailed.    ARE YOU SCARED?    terrified. but like when ferris wheels sends a charge of butterflies through her stomach, sawyer is reluctant to share. she hasn’t cried yet, not mourning her neighbors in atlanta nor the life she once knew, and if her worries were vocalized, she was sure to. tiptoeing into the room, caution lacing her every move, sawyer settles at the edge of his bed. the look he gives her, despondency speckled in dark eyes, forces a PRIDE to settle down     –     and maybe, if her own gaze wavered, she’d keep the tears at bay.    ‘    … all the time.    ,    confession slipped, her focus on the sheets beneath.    ‘    and i haven’t slept since––    ,    since the ships first showed up in the city skyline, or when the news broadcast played on her phone. must’ve been a week now, of nothing but fleeting half hours and dry eyes. cutting herself short, sawyer gifts her attention to the one who deserves it.    ‘    what about you?    ,    a tone softened, gaze even more so.    ‘    are you okay?    ,    call it impulsivity, or inhibitions worn thin, but her hand reaches for his.
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jawbroke · 4 years
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ᴍᴜsɪɴɢᴍᴇᴍᴇs·.·
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meat / sweets / fruits and vegetables 
pop / rock / country / rap / other 
staying up late / going to bed early
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extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism 
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outer space / ocean 
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meat eater / vegetarian / vegan 
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belief in supernatural / no belief in supernatural 
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lsaltzmans‌:
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ᴍᴜsɪɴɢᴍᴇᴍᴇs·.·
reblog and bold your muses preference.
summer / winter / spring / fall 
rain / snow / sun 
lace / silk / cotton / velvet / denim
water / soda / liquor / beer / wine / coffee
breakfast / lunch / dinner
meat / sweets / fruits and vegetables 
pop / rock / country / rap / other 
staying up late / going to bed early
early rising / sleeping in
tv / movies / books / theater 
extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism 
love / money / power 
having company / being alone / a healthy balance 
dogs / cats 
black / white / gold 
for tattoos / against tattoos 
white chocolate / dark chocolate / milk chocolate / none 
city / nature / suburbs 
religious / non religious 
outer space / ocean 
lots of friends / handful of friends / loner
meat eater / vegetarian / vegan 
text message / phone calls / facetime 
conservative / liberal / somewhere in the middle 
belief in supernatural / no belief in supernatural 
bright colors / pastel colors / neutral colors 
christmas / halloween / thanksgiving / new years / none 
email / hand writing letters 
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ᴍᴜsɪɴɢᴍᴇᴍᴇs·.
reblog and bold your muses preference.
summer / winter / spring / fall 
rain / snow / sun 
lace / silk / cotton / velvet / denim
water / soda / liquor / beer / wine / coffee
breakfast / lunch / dinner
meat / sweets / fruits and vegetables 
pop / rock / country / rap / other 
staying up late / going to bed early
early rising / sleeping in
tv / movies / books / theater 
extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism 
love / money / power 
having company / being alone / a healthy balance 
dogs / cats 
black / white / gold 
for tattoos / against tattoos 
white chocolate / dark chocolate / milk chocolate / none 
city / nature / suburbs 
religious / non religious 
outer space / ocean 
lots of friends / handful of friends / loner
meat eater / vegetarian / vegan 
text message / phone calls / facetime 
conservative / liberal / somewhere in the middle 
belief in supernatural / no belief in supernatural 
bright colors / pastel colors / neutral colors 
christmas / halloween / thanksgiving / new years / none 
email / hand writing letters 
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ravenclairee‌:
I’m really scared. I’m really scared this time. It feels different already. Oh. But… I mean, that’s all it is, right? Different? I mean, that’s not necessarily bad.
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sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟsᴛᴀᴅ… @traditionale​ !
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DAYS    WERE    BUSY.    consisting of waiting around, following the schedule created amidst chaos, and waiting some more. most of it, she spent in the kinney living room    –    reading novels from her youth and listening to sienna’s endless rants. she spoke of leaving more than she did of the reason for it… and though it had always been a topic, intergalactic invaders or not, her words were now laced with sincerity. she wanted to, and she could, and with steven on her side    –    it seemed they would. two against one. she hated being the smallest.    ‘    hey…    ,    the holstad residence had granted familiarity, but distance and power outages threatened it with looming discomfort. still, she walks its halls with the confidence of where they’d lead, until she’s in the doorway of her ex-boyfriends bedroom, uncertain smiles and all.    ‘    your dad let me in.    ,    spoken as if to justify her being there–as if his father held any authority over lou’s feelings.    ‘    sorry to like, just show up, but    –    i really needed to see you, and talk to you… and it’s important too. i’m not just being––    ,    beat.    ‘    ––a total girl, or whatever.    ,
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