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‘ oh, thank you. i’m fine, just getting something to drink then heading right back to bed. you ? ’

How are you today, Charlotte? You look amazing as usual.

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‘ good morning. ’

Well good morning to you too, sunshine.

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Spaces between us keep getting deeper, it’s harder to reach ya even though I try. Spaces between us hold all our secrets leavin’ us speechless and I don’t know why. Who’s gonna be the first to say goodbye?

One Direction - Spaces (via psycho-healer)

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the familiar sensation of incurvated sheets as gideon’s silhouette settled beside her stirred charlotte awake. ‘ gideon ? ’ laying flat on her back, she blinked repeatedly, attempting to rid herself of somnolence as she angled her head to face him. ‘ bad dreams ? ’ charlotte's voice spilled out of her lips as a mere lethargic whisper; even though she had grown accustomed to this particular habit of his, her whole being was too pervaded by languor to be roused completely from slumber, especially at an ungodly hour like this. she turned to her side & tugged at the covers, nestling closer to the familiar lineation of his soma with her eyelids barely open, but with her mind awake & her ears ready to listen. 

( * NIGHT TERROS —  CHARLOTTE & GIDEON * )

IT WAS PRACTICALLY THREE IN THE MORNING when gideon woke up frightened. his body was dripping of sweat as his heart raced in his chest. it took a while for him to catch his b r e a t h. it was the third time this week he had woken up from a night terror and they were getting worse each time. and tonight was no better than the last. each dream started and ended the same way. each one taking him back to the w o r s t night of his life. trying not to wake his roommate, gideon rolled out of bed slowly, accidentally letting a loud groan slip from his lips. he was only wearing boxers, but he doubted anyone was awake to see him. besides, it wasn’t like he cared anyways, it wasn’t anything they other house mates hadn’t seen before. gideon made his way down the familiar path to charlottes room. trying to minimize the amount of noise he made in hopes that no one would see him sneaking into her room and get the wrong impression, gideon slowly opened her room door. making his way slowly to her bed, gideon lifted the covers and laid himself down beside her without saying a word at first.

 “ are you awake ? ” 

his raspy voice cracked as he curled up beside her. 

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kindness and love floods her spirit.         she is sweet, gentle, and sensitive.    she cares for those who cannot care for themselves,                             and loves those who cannot find love elsewhere.      she is warm hearted in every respect. 

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disney aesthetics: joy, anger, sadness, disgust & fear (inside out)

Come on, group hug! You too, Anger. Don’t touch me.

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all that romeo’s fortuitous presence had done was impel charlotte to take a trip down unsung memory lane. he was a ghost, & the day she’d espied him after an ample amount of time had seemed almost transcendental. the mere thought that he was currently in close proximity, breathing the same air, traipsing over the same ground conjured a melange of emotions inside of her, & charlotte knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly at night if she didn’t, in one way or another, do anything about it—so here she was, standing before his door, rocking back & forth on the heels of her feet as she cogitated on whether or not it was, in fact, a sound decision to engage in conversation with him to the exclusion of everyone else. she came to a decision soon enough, & the knuckles of her elfin hand rapped on romeo's door, her pulse slightly erratic as she grew increasingly anxious about what could possibly take place. 

‘ thank you mom for that fucking football, but i’m not twelve anymore ’, he wanted to write the message him would send to his mother, but then remembered the two hundred dollars in his pocket and decided to just send a ' thank you mom ’ short and gross, it was his way and she probably understand. the thing is: the woman keep sending these things he wouldn’t use, like romeo still lived in a childhood or were to use somehow a collection of expensive crayons. for a minute he wanted to add ' fuck your money ’ but then remembered that he was a twenty-three-year-old who did not hold without his mother help and just decided to swallow his pride himself, throwing the ball under his bed and sticking his face into the pillow, if he was lucky enough, maybe it would help to choke and forget his thoughts — unfortunately romeo never been a lucky guy.

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there is something beautiful in everyone. learn to appreciate every person you meet.