Im Sorry I Didnt Get You Anything What Do You Mean You Didnt Get Me Anything? You Got Me Everything

I’m sorry i didn’t get you anything What do you mean you didn’t get me anything? You got me everything

☂ |   “ i only mean,              this isn’t the easiest --              but dwelling on darkness             & negativity will only drag             it out. make it troublesome. “  kind, soft tone. feather-light & fair. - optimistic.                “ you have to make at                          at least one candle before camp is over.                          wouldn’t you like to get it done sooner  ? “ 

                              legs cross and uncross, awkward shift - fingers pick at loose                               fabric of jeans.  it is entirely unlike her to show such displays                               of  unrest,  but  leave  it to a  Laura  look-a-like  to  have  her                                 squirming  in  her  seat.  her  lips  pull a  tight line,  brow firm. 

             ❝  how very preachy.  ❞

☤ | water trails along slight & invisible imperfections of alabaster  fair skin as the woman walks, one foot,then the other in a slow & steady motion akin to walking on air  -- something almost not quite human ( goddess like ) what a positively beautiful woman stomach twist,drawl hitting & settling in ears. oh thats so CUTE.              “ I ----- “                  ( words, words are what you need )                               “ ----- i um .. i think i                                                 would have remembered. “ 

               an airy (if not slightly nervous) lightness pervades the area around her as she notices the woman taking a glance at her as well. there’s a WARMTH within her that makes her feel almost human–or at least what she thinks she remembers humanity feeling like. the woman’s gaze shifts away but jess can still feel her there and she can’t help but look toward her again as if to make sure she isn’t imagining it, that this presence hasn’t left her. the point of her outing had been to seek out solitude but this stranger, who still seemed somewhat familiar, could sit there all night and jessamine wouldn’t mind. she gave off a very comfortable and, despite the nervousness, calming atmosphere. it was decided then and there that she needed to know her. gathering up her own nerves, so as not to accidentally shift her mood to panic, she ties her towel at her hip and GLIDES toward her–graceful, despite her height. and despite her calm demeanor she was whispering over and over in her head, this is a bad idea.

                    ❝ ‘scuse me, i don’t mean to bother you it’s just– you look so familiar. ❞

@prodituum

           DO THE THING

♪ | was she not speaking english,  did that slip up in the syllables, it wouldn’t be the first   or last time.                 “ i did not ask you                              sit here --- “ 

Growing up in East Riverside, Daphne has learned to work around a few accents, but when the blonde girl talks, the redhead’s nose scrunches with her clear confusion. “–I’m sorry?” 

falling for him wasn’t falling at all. it was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you’re home.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)