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DIY queen Sargent ✨
Remember, you’re strong now
“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.
This is Jesper's best look fight me
summer of junior year 06/11
I do not yet have the skills to capture this in the way I envisioned it in my minds eye, but I was really into the symbolism of everyone cheering for a fake Kristen doing a wacky chaotic stunt while the real Kristen suffered invisibly among them
it felt very on theme not only for her personally but also for the theme of junior year as a whole (specifically being forced to hide your problems and your stress in order to perform even as it gets worse)
(added bonus to the imagery was the jump being done at night; what would be Cassandra's domain if she wasn't. you know)
incorrect sab subtitles part (?/?)
lmao guys will say ‘I know a place’ and then they drive you to their idyllic and wild childhood home . and you understand they belong here, in this other, unreal world. and then they tell you that they come here because they sometimes dream of wasps (lonesome) and that he’s trying to wake the long-sleeping dream-creatures in the field. that he’s been trying, all by himself (lonesome). and you wonder why this is so important. and he tells you this his brother is one of them. that he dreamt him and he never knew it (lonesome). you see the way he looks at you (you: lonesome and unknowable and separate). how he calls you a magician (you: cold and peculiar and a liar) but you could be wrong about it. could be wrong about him. he’s probably wrong about you, really . i mean. since you’re unknowable and all. (you aren’t)
he lets me hit bc i follow him around like a guard dog and i say stupid shit just to see him smile and i drive way over the speed limit bc he wants to so bad but he never will and i stay up with him when he can’t sleep and we share a carton of orange juice and he looks like a prince in the middle of a dollar general at three in the morning and he leans back on the headrest and the dashboard lights turn his throat green and the bite of possibility is so urgently present i can feel the teeth sinking into my throat and i wonder if mine looks green to him too if he’s even looking and the car is so quiet until he says when i’m gone dream me the world something new for every night and it rips my heart out of my chest because i want him to stay or i want to go with him i just want to be by his side and there are a thousand things i want to say but i don’t say anything i just want him to come back please come back i promise i’ll be better i. where was i going with this
patron saint of one way trips
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