claire.

               ‘’ —— you realize being single for what is possible the WORST holiday of them all isn’t the end of the world,
right?‘’ personally, she’s never been much into the idea of valentine’s day ——
everything about it, from the flowers to the social media declarations of love
to the sad, mopey single people just seems so —— F A K E, if you ask the girl.
so it’s needless to say that she had no intentions of wallowing, and no
complaints about spending the time alone. still —— ‘’ —— i suppose i could
make TIME for that, though.‘’ it’s not like she really has
anything more interesting planned. and fingers are reaching out to grab the
coffee, taking a small sip before continuing on, the words accompanied by a
pointed gaze. ‘’ —— but you better
not start CRYING halfway through about how no one will e v e r love you and how you might as
well just start adopting cats now.‘’

“Valentine’s Day isn’t the WORST holiday of them all.  What about Columbus Day?  That one is pretty insane to think about.  Oh!  And Groundhog Day where an entire country banks the weather on if a marmot sees it’s shadow?  Thanksgiving is pretty awful considering the true outcome.  Those are much worse than possibly one of the greatest days to spend with the person you love.  If you have one, that is,” the last of his protest faded with a mumble that was directed towards his lap.  Tangling his fingers, he pouted down at his thumbs as they went to war with one another.  A protest that he wasn’t going to pay attention if she was only going to rag on one of his favorite days of the year.  Claire had one of those stares that you could feel jab into the side of your head and demand nothing short of paying strict attention to her.  Blaine resisted the urge to look up for a few seconds (record time, mind you!) before folding.  Sighing, his pleading look softened into gratitude for not being left to flail alone. “Thank you.  I promise.  I won’t dissolve into tears or start buying cat trees yet.  IF!  You promise to try to have a little fun?  Even if you think today sucks?  I’m a pretty good platonic date partner.  Or so I’m told.”

Send me ☼ for a morning text

text meme.

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( mssg » nick | sent ) Hello, Nick.  This is Blaine Anderson.  The new kid you probably are regretting being assigned to show around?
( mssg » nick | sent ) If I could ask for your help one more time?  I’d owe you a coffee for a thank you.  
( mssg » nick | sent ) I’m supposed to watch the orchestra perform during their lunch time rehearsal today.  Would you mind meeting near the cafe and walking there with me?
( mssg » nick | sent ) Dalton is huge and I don’t want to risk getting lost again.

?? for a strange/vague text

some text message meme i can’t find.

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( mssg » lip | sent ) Is ti normal for your lips to be numb?
( mssg » lip | sent ) Sometimes I swear I have soem werid allergy to thiss tuff.
( mssg » lip | sent ) I jsut wanted my face to feel like it isn’t buried in six layers of cotton and horribleness.

( mssg » lip | sent ) at least there’s not a chance orf being unconciosu and felt up with vaporub when i’m states away. 

😆

( mssg » lip | sent I realyl miss her soup right onw though.

❛ Probably should have gone with that fifty percent Gap discount. ❜

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“I know, I know.  You say that now, but..  I highly doubt what’shisname was going to let me experience the utterly blissful married life duty of helping you clean baby puke out of your hair.  Are you sure that we don’t need to get an exorcist?  I don’t think I’ve ever seen it go that high with that much force before..”

A brief cringey pause and Blaine tried to find his happy place all over again.

“It was like a fire hydrant of gross went off inside our daughter and somehow managed to hit you.  Solely.  With skill.  You sure she isn’t mad at you?  I think that might’ve been on purpose.”