some nights you’d wish for the traffic to be jam-packed. extra time, you’d say as you lean your head back on the seat. a bit more, you’d think as you press your forehead on the glass, watching a myriad of lights blur into a buttery haze. a bit further, you’d wish for your stop +
/ hey! might make some changes to lumi’s lore as i temporarily drop my other muse, melding some elements in. 🚶♀️ not being bubbly and bright feels (hands on neck). will attempt to gradually whittle down on the edginess. she’s still uc anyways, but thanks for writing with her!
@devoidre remi wolf mentiooooned. have you listened to photo id? dominic fike na next niyan– that said. you’re not ready for the person i’m about to become.
right. i’ve spent my rest day just sprawled out on my bed, refusing to eat lunch (i’ve just been coerced /j).
and now.. the sun’s blinding me as it streams in from the window, i even have to squint. maybe that’s a metaphor that everything will be all right.