texts texts texts

[onefellswoop]

this one is for texts!

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[citrinesupernova]

Shite, for that their reenacting and sake of authenticity, let your sibs know whoever’s acting as myself’s obligated to throw a half arsed V to the barperson before struggling to reach the crisps that’d gone littering the floor. Might also tell your sister she’s got no worse a hold on what flaunts for standard English than I do for a fact, plus for her there’s a string section solidarity. Or guess I might say myself, only here’s where I’m asking your advice, which is to say should I carry ahead and text that number? Don’t want to either offend or upset and apple carts, and not sure the etiquette here.

And, eh. Looked into it myself and I’ve got a fair enough idea, but the words she set out, the Ukrainian, those’re right enough? Right for truth when it’s voiced, that is? For sake of academic notations, keeping store.

Academic notes and times for speaking.

Talik, my Talik, I’ve words myself for you, that’s so. Words I’d like to say and words clawing for expressing, but aye, truths like that are for speaking first aloud, with my eyes on your own.

With my hand in yours, as well.

And for the sake of sharing and because I’d like to tell it, I’ve been myself drifting to sleep phone in hand, and checking it soon as I’m awake. Grinning like a loon gone daft through the day, jobs and rehearsal and whilst stalled marveling at my phone in the middle of Tesco. Holding onto dreams that find me in the night, their theme running ever to one soul, one beacon in existence.

Can’t stop thinking of you, and I’d not want to for a moment nor for any other wonder in the world. I'll keep those words til I see you, Talik, but aye they're with me now, safe, secure, and cherished.