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[carsonehart]

hartcelia:

Who are you again?

What do you mean nursing you back to health?

The dude you used as a biting bead for over 5 years.

I kinda passed out in a motel.

[carsonehart]

mari-hart:

WHO? Marisol and Carson Hart. @carsonehart WHERE? Motel 8, LA Cali.  NOTES: After a few worrisome texts from her brother, Marisol sets out on finding her brother- not prepared to what was waiting for her.  TRIGGERS: Drugs, hallucinating, blood.

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Carson couldn’t hear here. He started picking at his skin, the bugs, the ghosts were pricking them. He scratched one spot in particular, one that was already raw from being picked open. “Dámelos, por favor. Son todo lo que me queda. No tengo nada sin ellos. No tengo nada.” He fell into the bath, shaking and now openly crying. He just wanted them. Carson was acting like a child, but that was how he felt. Vulnerable. Tired. And so confused.

someone save me, if you will ;; marisol&carson

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hartcelia:

After spending the majority of the last two weeks sulking, I’ve decided that I am in absolutely no mood for negativity today. So, good news that made my day and hopefully does the same for yours: manatees are no long on the endangered species list.

Good job, Earth.

Good news: I’m not dead and neither are you.

Bad news: Mari might kill me after nursing me back to health.

[carsonehart]

mari-hart:

carsonehart:

WHO? Marisol and Carson Hart. @carsonehart WHERE? Motel 8, LA Cali.  NOTES: After a few worrisome texts from her brother, Marisol sets out on finding her brother- not prepared to what was waiting for her.  TRIGGERS: Drugs, hallucinating, blood.

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Carson leaned into her, “The ghost. They were pricking at my skin. I had a sword and I killed them, but if you stay, they might kill you.” He reached for the pills in her hand, frustrated with himself for letting her see. “Conejito, si no me das los que voy a seguir viendo cosas que no están allí. Los necesito. ¡Los necesito!” His Spanish was softer than usual, pauses in places where they shouldn’t have been. He kicked the dresser in frustration.

someone save me, if you will ;; marisol&carson

[carsonehart]

mari-hart:

WHO? Marisol and Carson Hart. @carsonehart

WHERE? Motel 8, LA Cali.

NOTES: After a few worrisome texts from her brother, Marisol sets out on finding her brother- not prepared to what was waiting for her.

TRIGGERS: Drugs, hallucinating, blood.

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Carson moved like a limp rag doll, leaning on her with nearly all of his weight. He frowned, “I... I’m out. Shit, where’s my...” His voice trailed off, “I have some somewhere. It might be in my tic tac... bottle.” Carson walked slowly to the other side where the dresser was. He pulled out a tic tac bottle, and found two small Xanax. He looked over, “It’s nothing." Before slipping them in his pocket, “I just... I don’t know. But if you stay, they might get you.”

someone save me, if you will ;; marisol&carson

[carsonehart]

WHO? Marisol and Carson Hart. @carsonehart

WHERE? Motel 8, LA Cali.

NOTES: After a few worrisome texts from her brother, Marisol sets out on finding her brother- not prepared to what was waiting for her.

TRIGGERS: Drugs, hallucinating, blood.

It was like any other day, at the tattoo shop that was- Marisol was finally starting to fall back in her own routine, her own self and nothing compared to that. Her mamis treatments were going by wonderfully, she was getting strong, not letting a damn thing get in her way, and if she could do that- Marisol could do anything. As she was getting on her lunch break, she broke open her salad and starting to chow down, working the night shift threw her eating patterns for a loop, so by this point, she was starving.

But then came the texts, and they made her stomach churn– Carson was making no sense and in her mind she feared the worst. Talking to her boss, she was out in the matter of moments, speeding through the streets of LA. Her heart was beating so rapidly in her chest, she felt like it was going to come out, she felt like she was going to be sick. As she parked, she all but ran to the front desk, getting the right information before she was storming into the others hotel room, beating the door down.

“Carson.”

The name fell from her lips as she stepped through glass, kneeled by his side and took his face into her hands.

“Wake up CC, c’mon.”

He didn’t know what was going on. It didn’t make sense; Spring Break was supposed to be fun, and his friends all left and it left him in the dust per usual. Reaching for an empty pill bottle, Carson moaned. The fact was he was toasted. He didn’t remember getting on the computer; he didn’t remember texting anyone-- he just didn’t remember.

Carson chucked a beer bottle at the wall. He picked up a shard, and thought he wasn’t bleeding. Ghosts were pricking at his skin, making him feel like he needed to brandish a sword. He grabbed his guitar and yelled at them, begging for them to pick on someone else for once. He didn’t know when he fell, but he did.

Someone grabbed his face. Mari. He murmured her name. A soft hum of Blackbird escaped his mouth, before he opened his eyes.

“Wh...where are I?”

someone save me, if you will ;; marisol&carson

[carsonehart]

adafabray:

I trust the Lord, he has had this event planned since my conception.

I don’t want to, I want to get married and start my happy family as soon as possible.

I think the Lord is bullshit, but okay.

Get through school first, girl.

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adafabray:

I’m 21 years old, I think now is a better time than ever. I don’t want to do things by myself, I leave my fate in the hands of God and he led me to Andrew at a young age so it was all part of his plan.

I don’t think I ever planned to get married young, but these things are just meant to be.

I think fate is dumb.

You can change it if you want to.

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mottasage:

I hope you all enjoyed that nice little reprieve from me, but that’s over and it’s time to come back to reality. Just in case you needed a reminder of how privileged and selfish you are, I’ve spent the past three weeks taking time away from the Internet so that I could spend more time working on my charity. Now I’m back, but only to tell you that I’m hosting an event next weekend and it’ll look great for all of your “humanitarian” cards if you show up. You’re so welcome.

Sure, I’ll come.

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adafabray:

Well, after taking an extra-long Spring break in Boston with my fiance, it’s sad to be back. Although I’m eager to be back at college and ready to complete the school year, I will say it was nice catching up with the Church back in Massachusetts and host a fundraiser alongside Andrew in the short time I was there. Still, I’m back now and am ready to finish junior year.

Aren’t you a little... too young to be getting married? Wouldn’t it be nice to just explore the world? Without a partner? And just be yourself?

Sorry, I guess I don’t understand the whole “married young” thing.

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@nadiahuds: I have not been this sore in quite some time. But! On a happy note, Oscar has gotten the cutest little baseball cap and looks AMAZING.

@nadiahuds: he's ready to cheer me on 😎

@hartstringedcarson: @nadiahuds slay oscar, slay.

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TEXT || OLDER SISTER #2

NATALIE: Bad trips for you are bad trips for me, and I haven't been about that life since Lucy.

NATALIE: Good plan, good plan. We'll save the woods for a daytime Xanny trip.

CARSON: Lucy sucked.

CARSON: YESSSS~

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TEXT || OLDER SISTER #2

NATALIE: Please, I've already taken an edible in preparation.

NATALIE: HELL FUCKIN YES WE CAN GO ON AN ADVENTURE.

NATALIE: Woods or the beach?

CARSON: Thank god.

CARSON: BEACH BEACH!

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TEXT || OLDER SISTER #2

CARSON: YES PLEASE.

CARSON: Don't smoke around me though.

CARSON: We don't want a repeat of last time.

CARSON: CAN WE GO ON AN ADVENTURE AS WE GET FUCKED?

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TEXT || HART TWINS

CECILIA: ....you just sent me your location? Why are you asking me that?

CARSON: Cause I don't know how I got here.

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hartcelia:

You know what’s great? Enjoying yourself and having a good time. You know what isn’t so great? When enjoying yourself involves doing some dumbass skateboad move off of a rail in the middle of  a crowded shopping center and crashing into somebody so hard it knocks juice out of their hand and sends them down a small flight of stairs. Do you want to know what is absolutely, 100% not okay? Running. Away. from aforementioned person when they are screaming on the pavement.

Thanks, asshole. Me, my stained skirt, and my sprained ankle send our utmost gratitude.

Who the fuck do I need to hunt down, Celia?

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fckrubyw:

It’s spring break and I still have no clue what I am doing for it, like looks like iI am just sitting at home watching movies all the way through it. That sums up my time, what about you guys? What are you all doing? 

Hey, that sounds awesome.