rehearsal is my happy place, all with cat naps on the way home with Nic.
today i bought myself new shoes, a bitchin new dress and 10 pairs of aerie underwear for $62. I also got to bake with Nic, and eat burritos and watch netflix. I love you, Saturday.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
from now on anything I write will be posted on AO3 and linked here on tumblr. I am forever and always open to prompts, so please never hesitate to send me some, anon or not :)
What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.
Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—
swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
Getting high? Haha. No. I prefer getting low, safe, where the laws are.
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
when my new fandom meets my old fandom