𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚

𝐎𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫

god, please let the deer who died on the highway find some kind of heaven. something with tall grass and sweet reunion.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

[ ooc : which do I go for, for Sarah Fishers FC .

No problem , Tess . i mean — don’t know if enjoyin’ myself is what I would call it .

oh yeah ? well , i’m glad you’re enjoyin’ yourself . i know you really wanted to do that .

i’m holdin’ up just fine . definitely not letting age get to me . what ‘bout you ?

hey , tess .

hello . . . ?

you alone were my fate, i would have done anything for you.

Hit that diva pose , king

i dreamt of being something wanted; some object of desire — something heady and sweet and worthy to be held down.