maybe tonight they could bring the mattress into the living room, have a slumber party? just like old times.

a fort? absolutely. she’s already wandering blindly into the living room with a poorly made pile of blankets at least an 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵 taller than her.

/ she’s so pretty :(

sleepy daisy noises.

/ curling up on the couch. screaming. crying. throwing up.

@ billy fucking dunne

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/ gasp!! is this verse coming back?

blowing off the dust of an old joplin record —— her first, believe it or not. with a flickering joint in one hand, a bottle of rum in the other, miss jones is currently unavailable to the rest of the world.

tsk tsk, always so negative? where did she get that from? her mother? manicured digits are carefully peeling open the folded paper, a laugh filling the tense silence between them. “well, i see no f’s or d’s? . . . why the long face, ives?”

making her grandiose entrance . . . once again!

shhh . . . she’s rolling the perfect joint

( she’s welcoming that hug with open arms! a grin spreading across her lips as the pair of them embrace. ) oh my god! i didn’t expect to see you here.

phew! what a day? . . . it is thursday, right? —— mama is coming off a bender.

when i found out i finally loved something… i set it on fire.

eight? she’s definitely her daughter.

anything to get her through the day! she has no room to talk —— she had double that on her tour bus when she was pregnant with ives.

/ got lost on djats tiktok </3 i miss it, YALL

/ psssst hi verse :)