ᅠtemp. pinned — samantha sawyer, she / her. child of the moon, recently just bitten. a college dropout hopping from one odd job to another. made for the twilight saga, and supernatural, horror, fandomless verses.
head gently slumps alongside
the crux of @QuileuteSeio’s
shoulder —— she’s half-dozing,
half-willing herself to stay awake
betwixt television flickers ﹠ the
sound of occasional blaster fire.
somehow, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘴 day at the
black residence bled into the
next.
𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙. half-missing arizonan sunlight.
somewhere between wanting to fall
asleep ﹠ the inability to stay still.
the dwindling bag of red licorice
on her bedside table practically
𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 bored.