#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: // Jamie Wright.

[liftedrelics]

@footagecaught​ sent:  ❝ promise you’ll try to get some sleep? ❞ @ jamie <3

     SHE’S BARELY GOTTEN ANY SLEEP IN DAYS. A few hours here, a few hours there. She has a project that’s to be completed by the end of the week but as goes her unlucky life, everything that CAN go wrong. HAS gone wrong. On Monday, her morning coffee was spilled all over the project, forcing her to go through each piece and recover anything that was salvageable. Unfortunately, for an artist? That isn’t easy. Especially one who’s an open flood gate for anything paranormal. If it wasn’t bad enough that her life was literally falling apart, she had to deal with the constant fear, and mostly annoyance of the other worldly bothering her at random. 

She breathes in, heavy and deep, slamming the pain brush down on the table beside her and both hands are thrown up so that her fingers can run through messy curls. “ I really, REALLY wish I could Mo, but I have this stupid deadline and I just …..” A single arm shoots out, gesturing to the space around her. “ …and it doesn’t help that these stupid GHOSTS keep fucking with me.” As if insulting them is going to help her case any.