/ I always feel like a song isn’t really Dillion in terms of musical composition but the words align, then I remember that Dillion will always be a woman with a piece of everyone within her. And I no longer feel odd about posting things that don’t match her general energy.

/ baking a cake for my friend … Dillion may not be competent in the kitchen but that is not so for me …

had he not spoken, she would’ve probably gone right by, but he reaches out first with a respectful pleasantry and it feels like a line dance — one step forward, two steps back. Dillion slows her pace to a leisure dawdle for him. “ good morning! what’re you working on this early? ”

it’s good, cold weather and not a soul up and about to be distracted with therefore it’s the perfect time to take a jog. the thin air might serve to clear her head.

* ( if it soothes any sort of anxiety, her answers have picked up the pace now. it shouldn’t bother him, but her voice is drifting closer with each step. ) if you’re expecting me to spit in my palm over it, let me know now. I want you to believe I’m taking it seriously. that even if you know ——

/ there’s something about Will waiting for Dillion’s presumed effort to fight back against his denial …

/ i see. much to think about

/ bots vs reposting oomfs replies

* ( the last time she can remember the sternness of his words and aggression in his tone was back during the conversation at the river. nothing she said had made it better, though nothing comparably could’ve made it worse. weighing options meant thinking over everything she’s seen and heard ——

then it won’t be you. If I wanted a flirty, flighty boy then I’d date someone from the club! * ( his back is to her again. he seems to think that physically turning away means the walls he’s perfected over the years will repel her. how could he ever know it doesn’t stop the bulldozer? better ——

the first one is subjective, and I do agree that you’re handsome, but those last two don’t sound like you at all.

but I want you.

to go bathing in the river again when spring comes back? I hope it’s that.

sometimes you have to get friendly to get the close up of muscles. 🌸

The world is as big as you want it to be.

oh, unfamiliar things will make us nervous.

i am an object in this room. that is all i am.

I definitely do have questionable tastes, but I love my relationship to teach me something since I don’t have parents to do it. 🌸 odd people for an odd girl, right?

maybe a little bit. 🌸

you wouldn’t really fulfill any daddy issues for me. I just like my men older, scruffy, or nervous of me. it’s a taste of mine. ✨

/ Dillion wondering about Will’s hands on her lowkey

ain’t wasn’t a word until about ten-ish years ago, wasn’t it? times change.

how old are you?

the thought occurs that he’s probably taken a bat to a nest of pests before. She can’t argue he has a disregard for life because invasive communities have to be contained. it’s the humorous idea that most can’t find the ability to coexist with a hive of offensive ——

Distant Dreams...🌺 #Photography #BeachLife

to be loved, we must first submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

—— @oilslicked.bsky.social

“ it’s a pretty long drive, but I think we could have a lot fun when we get there! you know, it’s kind of nostalgic to bring someone new to a town I only recently found myself a year and a half ago. ” the likelihood that Dillion’s shut her trap, even if it was just to let the other get a ——

- this is going to take three years. - the time will pass anyways.

before another round of snowfall hits, she’ll take initiative to finish making her tiny van into a comfortable place to stay. it’s better than the bug. what place doesn’t feel homey with a couple personal touches and pillows?

hanging out where i don't belong is nothing new to me.

I miss having an older man to love on.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝖞ou⠀ 𝖐now ⠀the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀galaxies⠀ of ⠀my ⠀𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

lowkirkuine twins

/ low-key forgot I brought Chie onto here actually …

this will help me understand him way better now .. 📝

“ I’ve never cared what others thought of me. ” her words are said so stubbornly, so firmly, as if to finalize her decision to see this through at his side despite the harm that may come to her, that she all but steals the final word from him. the space created then is only from her leaving ——

anywhere can be paradise as long as you have the will to live. after all, you are alive, so you will always have the chance to be happy.

—— @oilslicked.bsky.social

women.

⠀ ⠀ @dllsuese.bsky.social ⠀

it’s not an explicit challenge, but there’s a newfound interest of his psychology that urges Dillion forward, eyes boring into his unyieldingly. “ I can handle a bit of ugly. it’s whether or not you can handle taking care of a lady not made up of metal and oil that should worry you. ” 🌸

They'd love to never love anyone. Never feel any vulnerable emotion again. They could never stop. Any wall was never strong enough. Made from putty rather than brick.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

/ oomfs are alive in the verse again, the new year is brighter for this

“ okay! if we get stung though, my next tune up is free plus you have to take care of my stings, ” she claims jovially as she passes the requested item up to him, cheeks strained with that never ending grin.