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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝘥𝘰, ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ @0ILNGRIME。 ⠀ ꣑ৎ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀+21.⠀MDNI.⠀OC.⠀ASH CREEK.
Joined July 2026
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ᅟᅟᅟᅟ𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝙜͟𝙞͟𝙧͟𝙡 𐦍 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 .ᐣ
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she is so tired. she just wants to crawl into bed and never come out again.
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popping open a bottle of whisky, downing a lengthy sip already. there goes that feeling again. depression crawls in way too quickly lately.
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“where are we going?” she laughs again, having to grasp his shirt to keep from slipping.
arm hooked around the back of her knees, chucking to himself. “that's me.”
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a squeal echoes, dropping her blanket as she clings to his shirt, laughing. “bo!”
sneaking up behind @sunstouch, then scooping her up and hoisting her over his shoulder.
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cigarette resting between her lips, boots digging into the dirt in front of her porch. she usually doesn’t smoke, but when the depressive episode starts to pull at the seams, there isn’t much at all she can do besides this. burning her lungs in, eyes ahead.
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cracking a beer open, hugging her knees to her chest. anxiety attack.
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well, she can’t sleep. and she’s absolutely freezing in the porch but she doesn’t want to go inside either.
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opening a bottle of huangjiu tonight, deep amber liquid poured onto the small dish, taking a sip of the warm alcohol before sighing. her mind is too full.
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quiet sigh, resting her chin on her forearm as she watches the horses on the pasture.
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she needs things she cannot say out loud and it is, in fact, killing her.
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“ya really think so?” she looks up at her, smiling at maisie as she settles the dress on her own frame, watching the sage contrast her skin so well.
a soft grin settles over her features, watching grace unbox her bridesmaid dress. she could already envision her wearing this beautiful dress. “ i can't wait to have you there with me. you're goin' to look so stunnin'. ”
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grace gently kneels by the box, undoing the bow delicately before opening the container. she watches the shine of the fabric as she pulls the silk paper away. she could tear up right then and there, features growing warm. “oh, it’s beautiful. . .” a shy tone, slowly ...
the box sits in the coffee table, perfectly wrapped with a bow the same color as the dress inside. a soft sage. “ go look inside, ” she urges softly with a growing smile to her lips.
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... bringing the dress out of the box carefully. “gosh, it’s truly beautiful.”
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she is moving closer, eyes laid on the box in the living room with a soft red touch to her cheeks. “oh, ma.”
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