honestly ? too much.

“ yeah , i’m good. “ quiet for a moment , rue observed the other’s unusually worn out features , brows scrunching slightly. “ … you sure you’re fine ? you look kinda rough. i mean , no offense ! you just look fuckin’ exhausted. “

“ listen , you and me both. “ she admitted , hands then shifting to hover above the cigarette. it’s about the most help she could offer , a makeshift umbrella as another joke rolled off of her tongue. “ i actually prefer the strawberry watermelon sticks. “

alive !

i ‘ m j u s t s o h a p p y .

you know i’ll always pop back up.

someone said party ?

“ oh , just … “ trying to find the best way to tiptoe around the fact she’d been trying to buy drugs ; motioning to the dreary sky. “ … enjoying the weather. what are ( you ) doing out here ? “

i am fuckin’ these scooby snacks up.

oh, never better. how are you, though ??

there’s a certain moment before blacking out where you feel like you’re floating. there’s butterflies in your stomach. you can feel every beat of your heart. it’s the same moment they talk about in every romantic novel.

fuck yeah we should. i’ve been out of the loop. like, on a different planet.

perc 60 i just popped two perc 30s

can i have it back 🙇🏽‍♀️

on my way. stay right there. like , don’t go anywhere.

i should pick up like , fuckin’ kickboxing or some shit.

why does the sun have to be so fuckin’ bright. chill out

just woke up and it’s 4pm? alright then.

what if i told you i went back to sleep right after that?