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#𝐚𝐫𝐜. Β  through the rabbit hole Β . Β  Β οΉ™ Β  nomadic years .
pyshcic Β· 2 years
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β€³Β  Β @dinopunching​​​,Β  Β  𝘀𝘒𝘳𝘰𝘭 π˜₯𝘒𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴,Β  Β asked: Β  Β  β€Ή i can't remember what it feels like to belong. β€Ί
a spectacular view, the two of them sitting beside one another on a park bench just as the sun is beginning to set –– casting a blue haze slowly but surely across the asphalt before them, clouding the venue they'll both soon putter over to in a dim sort of half-light. in a matter of minutes it will be overtaken by an artificial brightness, a marquee reading π’π’‘π’†π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• in silly bold letters. β€œ no, funny you mention it ––  neither can i. ” she holds no hint of disappointment in her expression as she beams, a smile dazzling and bright as she throws it over to her newfound companion: an unbothered display. β€œ i'd heard that's the heart of hollywood. you're always on the outside of it all. ” it sounds insightful, but she takes words heard verbatim in passing and parrots them without seeming to quite grasp the brevity they're meant to hold. β€œ but you do look the part. i'd guess you're from here. are you? you look it. ” her smile's a loose and lighthearted creature, spreading happily, and a little stupidly. β€œ –– you know, i've never gone to a theatre before. this is exciting, isn't it? ”
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pyshcic Β· 2 years
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𝐚𝐫𝐜. Β  drop Β . Β  Β οΉ™ Β  tags .
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