if i hear one more damned cricket, i may actually go insane.

|| i gotta stop dying before & after work 💀

but an echo of a person is not a person at all and the memory of a memory is a light at the end of a never ending tunnel. we can never go back to who we once were.

|| I DID IT AGAIN i promise i can be active, work has been kicking my ass these past few days

lifting his gaze from his own glass, he nods his head in response to her mumbling, offering a soft smile. “ shall we? i don’t even know where to begin— ” gesturing toward the large, empty front room, “ in there, you think? ”

setting a plate of poorly decorated gingerbread cookies by —— 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑨𝑫𝒀 . door. he made them with little help, and he’s quite proud of them!

peeking around the corner. he wants to make sure they’re edible—. ….. he’s not actually sure he made them right at all.

ah, two hearts at play, and neither one of them right. oh, the irony! “ sure, the garland first sounds like it makes the most sense. ” … which one is the garland again? he’s digging through his own box, pulling out various strings of lights and popcorn. confused.

it’s only after a few beats does his attention return to her, finally registering that she’s asked him a question. he’s quite glad that he’s the telepath of the two right now. “ i suppose we should hang it off the railing at the top of the stairs, no? ”

yawns. good morning. afternoon? fuck. what time is it?