whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

No, they weren't dating. They hadn't even had ThE TaLk about exclusivity, which both seemed as appropriate as it was annoying. They were just...having sex. Sometimes. Usually after long periods of time peppered with a few memes, until one of them would get drunk and message the other, and then someone would show up on someone else's doorstep, and...

"...anyway. That's what's been going on." Remi murmurs into his cellphone. Sounds like you like this boy. Comes the reply—a woman's voice, with wind chimes in the background and though he isn't there to smell it, Remi imagines patchouli and cinnamon rife in the air. "I mean..sure, but it isn't...I mean, it isn't anything." Which is the line Remi had been telling himself all along. It wasn't anything, because it wasn't. He and Irish were just...you know. Whatevering.

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Pulling out his phone he finds the chat history where the name is just "☘️", and swipes it open.

O 🌾.

I left two tickets for you at the will-call for the show tonight if you're still free.

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!