Sally Cat. Twenty. Photographer.
Living in Eastwick. I have two siblings; an older brother, Travis, and an older sister, Amanda. I don't really know what I want to do with my life yet. Just give me time, and I'll eventually find my true calling.
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"That's why on the back of a brown paper bag, he tried another poem. And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing' because that's what it was really all about. And he gave himself an A, and a slash on each damned wrist. And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen."
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welcome into my mind. enjoy your stay.
You’re preaching the truth, m’lady.
I’m fine, may I ask how you are?
Why are you only fine? And I’m pretty good, thanks for asking.
(Source: grayson-davis, via grayson-davis)
Heard about them, truly a tragedy.
Grayson Davis. It’s nice to meet you, Sally.
Yeah. But I think it’s just a case of two kids being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but who knows.
It’s nice to meet you, too Grayson. How are you on this dull night?
(Source: grayson-davis, via grayson-davis)
Everyone’s run off to hide because of the murders, so I suppose that’s what’s up.
I’m Sally, by the way. Who are you?
(Source: grayson-davis)
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Was that one of your theories? No? Oh shit…
Yeah, Sean’s practically a woman. You can tell him I said that.
Yeah, I know he is. And okay, I will make sure I told him.
So, what’s this I hear about you guys being brothers or something?
Sean hadn’t seen Sally in months. When he first arrived she was one of the few people he made a fast friendship with. He had missed her presence and had never been able to pay her back for the weed she left in his apartment. He had smoked it with Zane, and she disappeared with out a trace. He started to wonder if she was a gypsy. Things had changed since he first arrived. He had learned of mythical creatures and magic, things he couldn’t have possibly fathomed when he first spent time with Sally.
He rummaged around his apartment and found a roll of tin foil. He needed to make his own silver platter. Sally had said she wanted he weed presented to her, and this was the closest thing to silver he owned. Sean carefully wrapped the tin around a plate, making it look as close to an actual silver platter as best he could. When he was finished he grabbed a sack of weed from his backpack and tucked it away inside his coat pocket. He texted Sally as he made his way out his door and to her apartment. He hoped she still lived at the same place.
Sally had been messing around with her camera as she got the text from Sean. It had been so long since they had talked, plus it was great to interact with someone who wasn’t her T.V. set. For the past few months she had been lazily hiding away in her Batman like cave of an apartment. With there being barely any weddings in Eastwick, she found herself out of a job most of the time and always figuring that the easier thing to do than look for one was to sit in a dark room and complain. But after three months had gone by, she realized that her life was not going to go anywhere if she didn’t actually start living a life.
Running around her apartment, Sally began frantically picking up trash and dishes that she hadn’t bothered to clean up. She wasn’t one for keeping a clean house, but she knew that eventually it had to be done. As she was opening a few blinds to let some light in to make it look a lot less as if she were a nocturnal hermit, she heard a few knocks at her door. Opening the door, Sally planted a smile on her face. “Well hello. Welcome to my humble abode,” she said quickly with a slight chuckle.
Lets be honest, Sean was born to be whipped.
That has proven all of my theories.
Yeah, he’s probably been your bitch since day one.
Can’t help it if the correct answer is also a fact.
Yeah, that’s probably true. He’s always been a Sally’s boy. It’s made me quite proud.
AND I STILL DO TBH IM FANBOYING THAT UR BACK OK OK OK OK OK
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