semi-hiatus

Ingredients: First, add unresolved tension with one Jack Campbell, who is either out sick or out participating in the Senior Skip Day shenanigans. Mix in nearly twenty-four hours without contact from Wolf, two seconds after essentially baring my soul to him by showing him the thing I am most proud of in this entire world. Add what is proving to be the most awkward hangout with Landon and a large group of incredibly drunk teenagers on the face of the earth. Add chocolate chips, butter, flour, salt, cocoa powder, eggs, and more embarrassment than the body of a teenage girl can possibly contain, set the oven to a bajillion degrees, and set the whole damn thing on fire. 

this is why they did not teach about gearbreakers in the academy. it would be teaching us that their gods are delicate.

music is something I understand—the notes are a thing that I can always bend to my will.

“I won’t let him have you,” she whispered in a fierce voice. “Your life is worth something—to me.” Her other hand touched my face, making me shiver. “Look at me, Tatsumi-san. Really look at me, and tell me what you see.”

“what did you see in there?” she whispers. i know what she’s trying to ask. what kind of fate is in store for us all?. “darkness,” i tell her. “disguised as light.”

your letter, the sting, the beauty of it. those forevers you promise. neptune. i want to meet you in every place i ever loved

i’ve danced way too long on tilted ground. i don’t know what to do with myself when i’m on something steady.

the word sounded too natural on her tongue. too quick. ashley recognized the same look on logan’s face that she’d seen in the mirror for months. they were adrift in the dark, senselessly paddling for shore. 

through gritted teeth she says, “take the picture now before my smile muscles collapse.”

— the ones we’re meant to find by joan he

and then we’d never say anything about it again.

“i should so like to see it printed soon,” was all beth said, and smiled in saying it. but there was an unconscious emphasis on the last word, and a wistful look in the eyes that never lost their childlike candor, which chilled jo’s heart for a minute with a foreboding fear, and decided her to make her little venture ‘soon’.

“it’s astrology, and it totally makes sense!” maritza continued. “his big, obnoxious scorpio energy is invading your cozy cancer safe space!”

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