#windowceiling

[pumpkin-padparadscha]

still mad at that teacher who when i was in 1st grade told me i couldnt bring my chloe bratz baby mini doll with removable pigtails to the assembly so i left it on the windowceil in the hallway on the way there & the doll was never seen again. u got my toy stolen u bitch. also i think autistic ppl should always be allowed comfort items when ur gonna make them sit in a large crowd listening to announcements they dont care about.

[lakitto-blog]

#hovestation #brighton #thisisbrighton #railwaystation #windowceiling #blackandwhitephoto (at Hove railway station)

[dr-emile-picani]

“Thanks.” He gives a shrug, everything just seemed to perfect for this to be real. Especially with the cookies and pie being on the windowceil for displaying purposes.

Emile finally made a friend, Virgil. Ever since that day he’s been attached at his hip and never left. He honestly never told about himself, only asked Virgil things. So he was almost a stranger. Today he sat beside Virgil by the tree behind the school and smiles softly, asking him about yesterday at home if he did anything fun.

Virgil never understood why Emile had chosen him, but he was thankful to finally have a friend. No one ever gave the tiny emo a second glance, he didn’t know why. He wasn’t rude, mean, unkind, or anything that would constitute all the ignoring but… still, people would just walk by with a huff. He liked Emile, but found it weird how the taller male would never tell him anything. They were friends but strangers. Once more, as they sat under the tree, Emile asked about Virgil’s day… always about Virgil. “I… uh, not been up to much to be honest. What about you?”. Maybe he’d answer this time?