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“thing!! i need my laptop!! you cant be on it all night!!!” enid expresses toward her -currently- least favorite appendage
thing simply taps back a couple cuss words and goes back to swaying in sync with the baby sensory video’s playing on enid’s laptop. those damn hypnotic blueberries.
“wednesday! tell thing that i need my laptop!”
wednesday doesn’t even look up from the book she’s reading, “i’d rather not, he’s being the best behaved i’ve ever seen him.”
enid huffs in response “i need to do my homework though! it’s due tomorrow. it’s an informal love letter writing prompt.”
“i didn’t ask. however- gross. also, what’s the point of assigning schoolwork if it’s just going to be informal. that’s extremely counter productive.”
“it’s to “get a feel of our writing style” or something.”
“that’s ridiculous.”
“yeah yeah whatever! i need my laptop to write it!!!”
“then pry thing off.”
enid frowns “i just did his nails :( it would ruin them”
wednesday rolls her eyes and thinks for a moment. she cant believe she’s about to say this. ”i suppose. if it really is dire. then you may use….just this once….my typewriter.” she offers while looking up to make eye contact with her roomate
enid gasps dramatically, “are you serious? i thought that thing was like…your heart and soul”
“it very well could be. so be very gentle with it.”
“yes maam” she sends her a short salute before walking over to wednesday’s unnatural habitat. hesitantly sitting down in her writing chair. it felt wrong to be there, this is wednesday’s chair, and wednesday’s desk. is she sure she heard her roomie right? yeah probably. ok, time to figure out how to use a typewriter.
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they say you can tell a lot about a person based on what they say their favorite weather is
gloomy weather is my favorite weather. i might just be in love with it, actually
it doesn’t expect anything from you
there’s no overbearing sun to blind you, burn you, or bother you
no pretty clouds that steal the attention all for themselves
no colorful displays of nature that take up your time and energy to admire
gloomy weather is just there. it doesn’t make you feel as though you owe it your praise, it knows it probably won’t get it either, no one ever cheers when there’s a lightning strike
but it’s calming. it’s neutral. it doesn’t ask anything from you. you can relax into it.
as long as it lets you, of course, rainstorms are inevitable. but not insufferable.
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i don’t trust people who say that sunny weather is their favorite, i feel as though they expect everyone to be perfect all the time. everything to go their way. call me a pessimist, but perfect doesn’t exist. that sun doesn’t care about golden hour. it will still burn you and give you cancerous growths
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pretty clouds never stay. their colors fade and change, they move on through the vast sky, molding themselves into different shapes for different admirers to ogle at
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i don’t care that other people say it’s depressing. i love it. i love every part of it. i love the rain. i love the shielding from the harsh uv. i love the quiet. i love the breeze through my hair, refreshing my soul.
i don’t care how many people put it down and degrade it, it will always be what i’m happiest to see in the morning. or evening. or even in the middle of the night, being awoken by the clouds and thunder covering the judgmental moon’s gaze? wouldn’t be the worst.
besides. someone has to like the spiky, dreary, and occasionally venomous parts of life. i just so happen to love them.
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