A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
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"You weren't being exactly polite either. Why should you expect people to be kind when you aren't?"

❝how r u d e of you.❞
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"For as long as I can remember, yeah. Even when I was little I always had a coloring book and crayons on hand. How about you? What do you do?"
“And yours is painting. Have you always been into art?
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"Wha- oh. Star Wars was never really my thing. My Dad liked The Empire Strikes Back, though? I've always been more into Star Trek if anything. Sorry." It's said with a little shrug as brows furrow just a tiny bit at the abrupt question. Star Wars had just never really gotten her attention. Her Dad had loved it, though, so. Olivia would rather watch some classic Trek any day.
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For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti | Sufjan Stevens
Even if I come back, even if I die Is there some idea, to replace my life?
Like a father to impress Like a mother’s mourning dress If we ever make a mess I’ll do anything for you
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"Oh, god. That's...okay. You can stay here as long as you need, alright? I'm sure my aunt and uncle won't mind, and I don't." Not a squatter, then. Just a kid in a bad situation. She can't blame him for hiding in the empty house is his mother had hit him. She'd surely hide, too. It seemed like the crying had mostly stopped so she rose from the seat she'd taken beside the stranger and gave a soft smile. "Do you want anything to drink? Water? I went sort of nuts and bought a ton of things of juice, if you want some of that?"
”Actually, I’m the neighbor. My mom lives next door, but we don’t really get along, if you know what I mean. She gets a little testy, and let me tell you, her skinny little hands can really hurt if she’s mad enough at you for somethin’.”
Tate reaches up to rub at his cheek as if he’s remembering being hit by her. It’s manipulative. He wants her to feel sorry for him— to continue talking to him while she stays here. He gets so lonely, and he finds that if people feel bad for you, they’re generally nicer to you. Especially if you’re just in their family’s house for no real reason. He’s been doing this for y e a r s.
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"I noticed, thank you. Just chose not to respond."

❝s a r c a s m, cutie. learn it, live it, love it.❞
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"It just seemed pretty interesting. No, not really."

❝you’re just a ball of facts, aren’t you? bet you’re a party goers’ favorite.❞
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"But it is. The history of red pigment as a whole is really interesting."

❝mmmhm— yeah, real interesting.❞
#cxltxn#{{ thanks :3 }}#{{ who even knows why liv started talking about red pigment buuutt }}#{{ i guess she was? }}
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"I don't disagree."
’ life is basically anything but a box of fuckin’ chocolate. ‘
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"That doesn't really make it okay to snap at someone who's just trying to get you your food and then not tipping because of 'poor service'."
"To be fair, sometimes the people are just—I think the word is hangry? When you’re hungry and angry at the same time? As a sufferer of hangriness, it’s never really about waitress."
#therealnoble#{{ aha really? }}#{{ my sister is part of the wait staff so I've heard quite a few stories }}
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"A bit. I'm not usually this whiny, I promise. People are just so rude to waitresses for no good reason, and I'm sick and tired of it."
"Took a real stretch to get to that word, eh?"
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I’m an adult, but not like a real adult
anyone between the ages of 18 and 25 (via innocentdelirium)
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"Well. Hi, Tate. I'm Olivia. If you're squatting here or something you can stay 'till they get back? As long as you promise not to steal anything." Maybe it was too generous an offer, maybe a little too trusting, but Olivia didn't really have the heart to throw someone out onto the street. Anyways, Tate seemed...nice enough. Sort of odd, with the way he was looking at his reflection. Sort of hurt and sad and broken and she couldn't force him out. If he was a squatter, that is.
“I’m Tate.”
The boy doesn’t offer up information on why he’s here or why he’s crying about his only love in the upstairs bedroom. He would lie when asked to give information, but he liked to keep things simple. If she didn’t ask, he didn’t have to tell. He rubbed at his eyes and pushed himself up from the spot on the bed, crossing the room to poke at his face in the mirror. The good thing about being a ghost instead of a vampire was that pesky thing about reflections— a ghost could be seen in a mirror if he so c h o s e to be.
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A Girl, a Boy, and a Graveyard » Jeremy Messersmith
and i feel like i'm some kind of frankenstein waiting for a shock to bring me back to life but i don't want to spend my time waiting for lightning to strike.
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party girls don’t get hurt can’t feel anything, when will i l e a r n ?
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