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it's never enough and you're breaking it down
that feel sometimes when like,, someone's actions or sometimes inaction just sort of leaves you in a depressive mood and you keep wondering if you should like,,, bring it up but at first it's too soon to even subtly ask abt it without feeling impatient or catty n then by the time you build the courage it's too late and would be awkward to bring up. anxiety sucks!!! 2k19 i'm begging u to b better
last edit on Dec 19, 2018 11:04:51 GMT by mieru
pronounsshe/they
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mieru
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it's never enough and you're breaking it down
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I love your hover image! Land of the Lustrous needs a season 2 right now. 

thank you so much!! your prompto hover is super cute too ;3; <3 <3 and doesn't it what tho. i neeeeeed itttttt.
last edit on Aug 11, 2018 10:30:46 GMT by mieru
pronounsshe/they
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it's never enough and you're breaking it down
RESPONSE: it's too dark for you to be awake yet, is the first thing that crosses your mind as you push yourself up shakily, fingers tangling in damp leaves with an immediate frown. that clears some of the grogginess. you stagger to bare feet with sudden clarity and alarm, head craning to stare at what should have been a ceiling but was instead a canopy of aching trees and distant stars, fingers pressing into the sides of your skull. shit. in a burst of rash stupidity, you kick at the leaf-littered earth - or try to, underestimating how slippery the night-slick floor could be, and falling flat on your back. just like you started, except with rather more pain. shit. right hand ruffles at dirty, knotted hair with frustration and confusion, but you make no further attempts to move; instead, sighing and staring at the not-ceiling.

your brain tries to stutter some sort of 'how?' and 'when?' and 'where?' but attempting to string together any semblance of an answer only results in a throbbing pain. eventually, you desist. too tired, too weary to bother just now with discovering how in the heck you ended up in the middle of the woods. the leaves, although moist and smelly, were damn comfortable enough to leave reason for tomorrow morning's version of you. good. night.


PROMPT: it's been at least ten minutes and you still haven't managed to make your order. somehow, despite this, your full name is called and a very familiar coffee is delivered to the pick-up station.
last edit on Aug 11, 2018 10:58:02 GMT by mieru