spindie

[spindie]

Whenever I think of you my toes wiggle! <3

now how am i supposed to respond to this

[spindie]

this is why i’m so scared to actually post 😭😭

posting your thoughts on tumblr is so embarrassing like hey here’s what’s happening in my life in grotesque detail. here is my literal stream of consciousness. no one really cares about this. Whatever

[spindie]

[spindie]

i was born to be a girl who is so in love with everything and yet so incredibly afraid of everything at the same time

[spindie]

stuck in a time loop where every day i wake up and it’s tomorrow

[spindie]

Vinyl's and Vance

Where the only thing reader needs after a rough day is Vance and some vinyl's.

A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic so please be nice! feedback is appreciated :)

It had been a rough day at school, I had hoped to get a good grade on the English test I had pulled an all-nighter to study for, but when my teacher passed the tests back, I was met with a shitty grade. "You have to be kidding me." I complained to Vance at my locker. " I don't understand why you're so pissed off at a 76, that would be an amazing grade for me." Vance replied. "Because Vance, I worked my ass off, pulling an all-nighter, just to get a stupid 76." I answered while slamming my locker shut. Normally people would have given me a weird look for that, but since I was with Vance, no one even looked in our direction in fear of what Vance would do. "Why don't I come over tonight?" Vance asked. "You won't be able to, because I'll get grounded immediately once my mom sees this test grade." I replied. "I can just sneak in." Vance stated.

Vance and I sat comfortably on my bed, our legs intertwined. I lovingly fidgeted with his messy blonde hair while the slow, soft vinyl I had picked earlier faintly played in the background. Moments like this with him were rare due to his stubborn nature. "Thank you Vance." I stated. Vance grunted in response. Gradually, we both heard the vinyl come to a halt. Vance and I made eye contact, silently debating who would flip the record. Steadily, Vance pushed the covers aside and walked toward the record player. I followed behind him quietly and surprised him by hugging him from behind. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Vance asked calmly. “Just giving you a hug,” I replied. Vance scoffed, turned around, and reluctantly accepted the hug. “Can we go back to bed already?” he asked, and I hummed in response. Crawling back into bed, I whispered to Vance, “I love you.” He responded, “Love you too, dipshit.”

[spindie]

sorry for taking so long to text back. i have nothing interesting to say because i don’t do anything ever