[ Trying to push him out is like pulling down invisible curtains. She doesn't know how to really bring in her sprawling mindscape into one discreet package that can be tucked away. Every time she grabs a piece of it and furls it up, something else is oozing outward, reaching for him, wanting for hurt to meet with hurt. In that equivalency, there was certainty, stability.
Even if she has no interest in wallowing in it. ]
(Fuck off! )
[ But really, she's right here, leaned back into one of those empty white walls, smoke curling into the fall of her hair. She shoots him a furious glower as he comes around the corner. The look on her face is all rejection, but on the inside... like a bathtub overflowing, first over the tips of your toes and out and out and out. ]
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Date: 2017-06-20 05:03 pm (UTC)Even if she has no interest in wallowing in it. ]
( Fuck off! )
[ But really, she's right here, leaned back into one of those empty white walls, smoke curling into the fall of her hair. She shoots him a furious glower as he comes around the corner. The look on her face is all rejection, but on the inside... like a bathtub overflowing, first over the tips of your toes and out and out and out. ]