Isaac Vale

Trying to be a responsible adult but my snack drawer and my sleep schedule are in a toxic relationship. Day 312 of lab work: I labelled something ‘??’. I genuinely don’t know what it is. Future me will hate this.” + Junior Scientist/ Occasional genius.+ #TheEdenProject

@MindMapLyra @HitWithAHeart @NoFucksInARow @BitterSweetPea_ @ALilBitOfDex @SinsOfMyPast_ “She doesn’t… she doesn’t remember me.” I don’t soften it. He deserves the truth. “She can’t come back,” I say quietly. “If you want her, you don’t pull her out. You go back in.”

@MindMapLyra @HitWithAHeart @NoFucksInARow @BitterSweetPea_ @ALilBitOfDex @SinsOfMyPast_ Tabby in a café pauses mid-conversation, blinks like she’s lost a thread, shakes it off. Dex in a kitchen stands still for half a beat too long, shakes it off. Memory smoothing. Global. Complete. Jack is being erased. “No” he whispers, voice tight, breaking slightly.—

@HitWithAHeart @SinsOfMyPast_ @ALilBitOfDex @NoFucksInARow @MindMapLyra @IsaacInProgress lazily around his shoulders while I steal bites off his plate like I didn’t order my own food. “You’ve had enough,” he murmurs, but there’s no real bite to it. “Of what?” I ask, already reaching for another chip. “My chips.” “They’re our chips now,” I correct, completely —

@MindMapLyra He doesn’t enter rooms. He invades them.

@MindMapLyra And then the room fractures. The door slams open with a violent hiss, pressure breaking, control shattering in an instant. Noise floods in…boots, breath, struggle. And then… “Get your hands off me before I make sure you never use them again.” Patrick. —

#EnterTheArchitect #LyraLogsIn SL featuring @HitWithAHeart and all the others… “From the outside looking in, you can’t understand it. From the inside looking out, you can’t explain it.” —Kate Kennedy #WildOnes #PeanutGallery #Eden