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luz //: 🤢

luz //: not every body is some fragile little glass dish you're scared to take out of the cupboard in case it breaks.

luz //: he sounds like a real charmer - totally seems like your type, shoot your shot, girl

luz //: you know I hate the yippy dogs who piss out their eyeballs. i'm a staffy. strong quiet type!

luz //: and why can't i seriously be asking you that right now?

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luz //: he sounds like a real charmer - totally seems like your type, shoot your shot, girl

luz //: you know I hate the yippy dogs who piss out their eyeballs. i'm a staffy. strong quiet type!

luz //: and why can't i seriously be asking you that right now?

luz //: what makes you think I'd be crippled by a dead fish? do i come off as...emotionally unstable in that sense?

luz //: i can be tough!

luz //: oh my god are u Florida man right now??? stay away from bath salts

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luz //: what makes you think I'd be crippled by a dead fish? do i come off as...emotionally unstable in that sense?

luz //: i can be tough!

luz //: oh my god are u Florida man right now??? stay away from bath salts

luz //: fish don't like me, hand to god. one time i just looked at one and it died, right there in the petco.

luz //: i don't need therapy and it was a fortune cookie, not gum. it's 8pm in los angeles - what time is it where you are?

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luz //: fish don't like me, hand to god. one time i just looked at one and it died, right there in the petco.

luz //: i don't need therapy and it was a fortune cookie, not gum. it's 8pm in los angeles - what time is it where you are?

luz //: no, freakazoid, a "fsh".

luz //: should i get a fish? i don't think fish like me.

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luz //: no, freakazoid, a "fsh".

luz //: should i get a fish? i don't think fish like me.

@feralego

luz //: what do you call a fish with no eyes?

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@feralego

luz //: what do you call a fish with no eyes?

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AMÉLIE (2001)

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" -- firstly, ouch, secondly, i'm a reporter -- and it's just not gonna fit. in the spot, it won't fit."

"what are you, a cop?"

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i sent my muse off to a war with his mind, and he never came back.

[claire c. holland, from jess: black christmas (1974), i am not your final girl / fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws / lianyu tan, from the wicked and the willing / anaïs nin / fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging / title, from my heart has claws / paintings by jeffrey t. larson]

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FEAR • 1996 dir. James Foley

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this was always going to happen.

matthew stover, david levithan, margarita karapanou, aeschylus, karese burrows, richard siken

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while he isn't entirely sure he believes her - or, at the very least, isn't sure that's the entire truth, as though there might be something she's not saying - logan nods and lets his fingertips brush at the little clover she's tucked by his ear. it's a sweet gesture and it endears him to her so strongly, he almost sways on the spot in her direction.

" don't be embarrassed -- please? we're friends, right? " he never had friends before westchester, not many kids his age in the neighbourhood and the uncanny way he always seemed to know things put the ones in his class off in the way kids know to cross the street by the scary house. like he was haunted. like they knew there was something wrong on instinct. (homo sapien has a wicked sense of self-preservation.) the thought of losing one of the few he does have isn't a pleasant one - her, josh, josie, sean. he doesn't want to lose it.

" if you want, we can just -- pretend like it didn't happen. no big deal. "

he's struggling to sleep lately; that old familiar nagging at the back of his mind yanking on him when he least expects it, a kidney punch every now and then, in unanticipated bursts so he can never predict when it will strike. it's what wakes him up. there's no real destination in mind when he wanders downstairs but the light under the door and the thought it's luz, the taste of hot chocolate suddenly bursting across his tongue when he thinks it, gets him to push through. it is her, of course. and she asks if he would like some and he says yes, of course.

( sometimes he hates knowing. sometimes he wishes he'd just push the door open and be wrong. in a decade or so, josie will show up at his door and he will have learned not to listen to that little voice in his head predicting every move long enough to be surprised. )

they sit side by side and he tries not to look too hard at the camisole because it's not nice and josh said she liked sean and logan is her friend. friends can have a crush on a friend and it not be a big deal. he will not be that guy. it's why it doesn't mean anything when she presses closer and it doesn't mean anything when he tucks the hair behind her ear as gently as he dares and it's why it doesn't mean anything when she kisses him -- it shouldn't mean anything. won't mean anything.

except he kisses her back, and she pulls him closer and he's never kissed anybody like this before -- josie kissed him at new years but it hadn't been like this, it had been because he was just there and it was the ball drop. he had been embarrassed. he's not embarrassed now.

at least not until she's gone.

he looks for her all morning, at lunch, in between classes. he searches the courtyard and the gardens and the hallways hoping for a flash of familiar hair and shadow, but every time he thinks he sees her, she's gone. and he knows that it was her, which means she's avoiding him. he doesn't get a chance to catch her until that afternoon, and he drops down beside her on the grass with a thermos of tea and a danish.

"you're avoiding me."

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@vlyuvdova

" y'know, i really don't think you should be in here. "

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@withbeasts / toni

" i'm a report--aw, sheesh. " he wipes coffee off his shirt. " i'm. a reporter. "

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@newsworth

" -- logan joy, san francisco chronicle. chris, can the president comment on the length of time between her being put under anaesthesia and the v.p. stepping up? there are sources saying it was seven hours before the twenty-fifth was invoked. why the wait? who was in charge? "

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@blemishez / for anyone!

" you know, that's really not supposed to go there. "

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are you afraid to give me a straight answer?

" i don't want to talk about it, josie, " he says, leaving her in the kitchen as he stomps off down the hallway, and he knows that she's behind him - not because of some ridiculous fucking ability but because she's stomping down the corridor behind him. just as annoyed, just as insistent that it's something worth talking about at all.

the problem is that he doesn't like to fight and josephine always, always does. " can't you just leave me alone, for once? "