so much to do, yet he hasn’t gotten off his ass for weeks.
this is what happens when he doesn’t have someone nagging at him constantly.
what a mess—
sleep had become but a distant memory the moment angel fell ill.
caspian was rather used to staying up for days upon end,
but angel pushed the limits. crying, fussing, and his own
worry kept the phoenix from resting for more than fifteen
minutes. with the toddler resting on his shoulder, he pushed
around bottles of children medicine on their store shelf, not
knowing which one was the best choice. if anything– this was
far more stressful than attempting to sooth her at home. finally,
he broke down, catching someone passing by with a small
grunt to get their attention.
❝do y'know which one’s best fer a cold?❞
❝my name is caspian and this is jackass.❞
❝i cannot emphasis enough that my body is a
badly designed, poorly put together vessel, harboring
these diminishing so called ’vital organs’.
… i hope my heart goes first.❞
❝that’s a dirty lie.
i would never.❞
#dead
❝y'starin’ at my ass? honestly.❞
❝i'unno what yer talkin’ ‘bout. m'perfectly fine.
i think i’m lookin’ pretty damn attractive right now.❞
❝y'could say hello instead o’ starin’, y'know. i ain’t gonna bite.❞
remember the days
when she was small