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TAGGED BY: @hitmiss​ TAGGING: whoever wants to do it!! BOLD the statements that are true for your muse. 

APPEARANCE. i am 5'7" or taller  i wear glasses  i have at least one tattoo i have at least one piercing i have blonde hair i have brown eyes i have short hair my abs are at least somewhat defined i have or have had braces

PERSONALITY. i love meeting new people  people tell me that I’m funny helping others with their problems is a big priority for me i enjoy physical challenges i enjoy mental challenges i’m playfully rude with people i know well i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it  there is something i would change about my personality

ABILITIES. i can sing well i can play an instrument i can do over 30 push-ups without stopping i’m a fast runner i can draw well i have a good memory i’m good at doing math in my head i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch i know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES. i enjoy playing sports  i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else i have learned a new song in the past week i work out at least once a week i go for runs at least once a week i have drawn something in the past month i enjoy writing i do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES. i have had my first kiss i have had alcohol i have scored the winning goal in a sports game i have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting i have been at an overnight event i have been in a taxi i have been in the hospital or ER in the past year i have beaten a video game in one day i have visited another country i have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS. i’m in a relationship i have a crush on a celebrity  i have a crush on someone i know i have been in at least 3 relationships i have never been in a relationship i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them i get crushes easily i have had a crush on someone for over a year  i have been in a relationship for at least a year i have had feelings for a friend

LIFE. i have at least one person i consider a “best friend” i live close to my school my parents are still together i have at least one sibling i live in the united states  there is snow right now where I live i have hung out with a friend in the past month i have a smartphone i have at least 15 CDs i share my room with someone

ETCETERA. i have breakdanced i know a person named jamie i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce i have dyed my hair i’m listening to one song on repeat right now i have punched someone in the past week i know someone who has gone to jail  i have broken a bone i have eaten a waffle today i know what i want to do with my life i speak at least 2 languages i have made a new friend in the past year

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sameriver:

‘No, just work here for the next few weeks.’ He’s not missing Ohio but he’s missing Joker, and seeing Rust makes him think of Holly in turn. He doesn’t enjoy being alone as much anymore. Of course they’re both picking up beers first thing in the morning. 

‘How long’s it been?’

     “Long enough, huh.” It’s not that she thinks they all move back and forth on their intersecting lines, stressing the spot where they crossed: it’s just that things go undone, sometimes. She’s buying a four-pack, optimistically, and has plans to get a pack of Camels at the register. “The fuck are you workin on down here?”

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Photo by Leon Levinstein, 1960s

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     “Mornin.” Rust remembers Claire and Holly drinking wine and talking and Holly playing with the baby more than she thinks about herself in the same room as Ben Willard. It wasn’t that they never got along, because they talked together just fine. She doesn’t know what it was, but it was something.

     “You live here now?” In Louisiana. It beggars belief.

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bonnmot:

Her voice is wavery as if she’s just stopped crying, her face is dry and clean, while her skin is smeared with dirt, she looks as if she’s swathed with cloth and her hair is drifting in no breeze. 

‘You read my diary.’

     It feels normal in the moment, and the understanding that it isn’t is little more than a buzz at the back of her throat. It sounds in her voice when she leans back in her chair and puts a hand on the arm of it and says, “I’m sorry.” Rust does not apologise; she is not apologetic. But this was an invasion. The papercut on her fingertip is a sour, distant sting.

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memoryserved:

   “Of course I do.” They don’t mean to look or sound so indignant. It just seems obvious. It just seems like there wouldn’t be any other way that things could be, so why even question it. Obviously they still have the lighter, and it’s warm from the heat of their palm. Their thumb rubs over her name in the metal. “I refilled it and all. I never refilled a lighter before.”

     “Lemme see?” Rust reaches out for it, feels the familiar-unfamiliar weight of it when her fingers curl loose around the metal. She’s been using an unmarked zippo since she handed this one off to Kennedy. It seems to her like a morbid thing to pass on to someone, but maybe Kennedy doesn’t feel the same heaviness. All they have to connect it to is her.

     “Shit. You been takin better care of this than I ever did.”

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whitestetson:

‘It was.’ Any ordinary day, it might be nice to have someone in Kentucky who doesn’t immediately associate Raylan and Arlo. He’ll wait until there’s more of a mess to clean up before he makes an effort to do something about it. 

‘He was already fond of doling out accusations before he started losin’ his faculties.’ 

     “Oughta put him in a home. Ain’t your problem, that point on. Ain’t your problem now, as a matter of fact.” Rust is trying not to move anything on the desk, but she ends up nudging a pencil pot with her arm when she leans forward and puts an elbow on the table. “Y’all really get walk-ins this often, or’s today the only day you open your doors?”

     That morning, she watched a woman with a yipping chihuahua in her bag stroll in and demand that someone do something about her shitbag ex who won’t stop coming to her house and banging on the windows because she won’t let him in. Then a couple hours later, another woman, with what boiled down to be essentially the same issue. No chihuahua.

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     You can’t smoke in any of these places any more, so she’s been standing by the window to waft out curls of it. Rust stubs her cigarette and uses the tip of her index finger to flick it out onto the road below. The kid at the desk next to Givens’ is gone. She sits down in his seat and it smells like clean, like detergent. He keeps the space tidy. She thinks about the taste a hospital might leave on her tongue, cold and hard and grey.

     “That your pop back there?” He left in a storm of noise. Her ears are still ringing.

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Noomi Rapace in Daisy Diamond (2007)

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