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the girl of the grain and the light-leak, suspended in a pendulum of their own making: max is mottled with wistfulness, the woodchips a mosaic of rot and cedar, a mulch of forgotten recesses. five years in the glass-eyed glare of seattle have not purged the marrow of this place

the seat. she kicks at meandering mulch, bark dust grating beneath her feet. “this place used to give me the heebie-jeebies like crazy, @morphopriced.”

ㅤ...talking is... * hard. scary, too. so instead of talking, she's just going to... bury her face in the curve of chloe's neck after she settles in her lap.

ㅤ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶.̶ ̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶b̶o̶d̶y̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶s̶,̶ ̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶.̶

ㅤall i'm hearing is... post more photos like this. * 😌 and if that's what it takes to break you down? fine. * 🤭

ㅤ" no one else is good enough for you, anyway, or more worth your time than i am. " ( said whilst grinning up at her blue haired rebel. )

ㅤ ㅤㅤ📸 @𝐫͟𝐚͟𝐜͟𝐡͟𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐚͟𝐦͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫 posted a photo. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ| seductive sunday is ㅤㅤㅤㅤ| every day for me, but. 🤷♀️ ㅤ

ㅤ" you have me; i'm not going anywhere. "





