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84- Tumblr

84- Tumblr. || Tumblr messages casually exchanged between two young adults.

Yn point of view.

I scrolled throughout tumble scanning through countless pictures of arts, roses, girls and oceans til I came upon an account that was put together beautifully if you'd asked me.

I looked up at the bio seeing a girl in a black and white picture then at the bottom it'd read:

'I am but a lowly instrument to the muse
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I liked that and seeing her picture just made me want to actually get a look into her thoughts and opinions on the topics she was reblogging besides the roses and body parts scattered in with the numerous topics on diversity and where the asshole of the world where wrong. I was nervous to even try to start a conversation with her but I just had to remind myself there is a 99% chance she wouldn't even respond so I did it. I texted her and followed her because I wanted to see more of what she'd Reblog.

Biitter-despairr: Hey.

That's all I could type. I looked at the text and contemplate weather I'd chose good words or perhaps I'd chose to little of words. I sighed and just pressed the home button not wanting to overthink a simple message to a anonymous girl I'd just so happened  to see on tumblr. There could be a possibility that she wasn't a girl and the picture of the female was just an aesthetic to bring the page all together, I didn't care though because either way I wanted to get an insight on their way of viewing things.

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"Lauren!" I heard my name being shouted from downstairs just as my laptop pinged making me look at the corner and see I'd had a notification from tumblr.

Biitter-despairr followed you.

Biitter-despairr has sent a message.

I read biting my lip. I was about to click and see what they'd said till my door room flew open and showed my mom in a frustrated state.

"How many times do I have to call you to get your attention lauren?" My mom asked with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. I looked down and slowly pushed my laptop off my lap and closed it.

"I'm sorry ma" I said softly seeing my mom sigh. She closed her eyes and nodded.

"Come down stairs dinner is ready" she said firmly which made me nod. She turned and walked down the stairs leaving me in my quiet room once again. I leaned on my elbow and opened my laptop back up seeing my laptop come back to life and the same notification just sitting in the corner of my MacBook.

"Lauren!" I heard my fathers voice call which made me shut the laptop quickly and run down the stairs almost tripping on the last step.

"Yes I'm here!" I rushed out taking a seat beside my younger brother Chris who chuckled making me elbow him. Our dad chuckled while we all ate our dinner conversating throughout dinner. I smiled seeing my family happy around me. I wish this could last forever. The dinner soon came to an end as we all got up taking our plates and cups to the sink then disappearing up the stairs without any other words.

"I love you both goodnight" I told my mom and dad who stood in the kitchen mindlessly talking. They'd stopped there conversation and smiled at me while I walked over to them and placed a kiss on both their cheeks then walked up the stairs to my room. I shut my door and walked over to my laptop opening it and going to tumblr but not opening the message just yet. i looked at there bio seeing it was a black and white picture of a guy and his bio read:

'Being human is difficult. Some people make it more difficult than others. I was one of those people.'

They quoted Lana which made me smile and chuckle. I clicked on there account and seen they'd reblogged something that was also of Lana so I'd come to the conclusion that whoever this person was enjoyed Lana and her meaningful words just like I did.

"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet
But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky
That I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is"

— Lana Del Rey

I read feeling my heart pull reading this quote from Lana's song ride. I was such a hardcore fan for her, she was truly an old soul with music that was completely different from others. It was as if Lana had her own genre of music and meaning that'd always separated her from other artist. I decided why not text this person back and follow them.

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ssweet-dispositionn liked your post

sweet-dispositionn reblogged your post

ssweet-dispositionn sent you a message

ssweet-dispositionn followed you

My phone went off four times making me see i had notifications from tumblr. I felt my heartbeat speed up knowing it was from the account I'd texted an hour ago.  I walked into my room closing the door and getting my MacBook that was covered in stickers and setting it in my lap.

I set my phone to charge and logged into my tumblr going to the message I'd finally received after an hour of waiting hoping I didn't fuck up in anyway even though in the back of my mind I knew saying a simple hey wouldn't do no harm. I still felt nervous nun the less.

ssweet-dispositionn: hallo!

I read making me smile widely. My eyes widen when it washed over me like waves that I'd actually got a response from her or them. I didn't expect a message and part of me hoped so because I felt shy even though we weren't face to face.

What do I say?

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I hope y'all enjoyed this little imagine. I was scrolling through my tumblr while listening to Lana at 10pm and wrote this up so yeaa and also that's my actual tumblr hehe (;
Alsoooo I was thinking of possibly turning this into a story but I'm not sure who'd I'd want to play as "y/n" I'm torn between Cole Sprouse, Zayn Malik or manu Rios. Let me know which one you'd prefer to play as you andddd the BILLIE EILISH IMAGINES ARE UP SO GO VOTE AND COMMENT!!

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Qotd: fav Lana del Rey song?

A: All of them 😭

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