[kavinsky had only left eudio for six weeks before he came back. perhaps it's encouraging, that he came back so different. a testament to the power of eudio to shape fate, rewrite history, and remake whole lives in better images. the first thing he did when he saw gansey at the meet-and-greet was to offer and shake his hand, grinning, no recognition in his face, asking him if he'd ever tried green tea bubble gum. if he'd like to.
he obviously doesn't know that he's ever been here before. he doesn't recognize the pie shop, doesn't look twice at the apartment complex he used to live in. when people accidentally say hello to him, he just looks a bit pleased. his tattoos came out different, somehow. all of the flowers and the bones and birds still there, but the lines somehow look finer, the colors and shadows deeper, like the ink drawings you'd find inside a book of fairy stories instead of the flat, jagged tribalism he'd favored before.]
--monks of Tibet can do it. Like I saw this video, and there was legit steam rising from the blankets even though there was snow everywhere. It was so fucking cool, you know, some serious mind over matter. Are we there yet?
[kavinsky— joe, actually-- had insisted on the blindfold and filming it, this thing that gansey had said 'looks really nice' and is 'not far from this skiing lodge i christmassed at once.'
the recording is because joe has a plan to start a streaming video website called "eudtube dot com" among his seventy or eighty other working ideas to keep himself entertained here, distracted from missing his family, who he is apparently very close to. he started talking about monasteries because he noticed gansey was driving uphill for a long time, increasingly curious, restless, chatty, and he turns the lens of his phone toward the other boy now. response please.]
adding to cute things bc i have a need
I LOEV THIS UNCOMFORTABLY MUCH X(=
he obviously doesn't know that he's ever been here before. he doesn't recognize the pie shop, doesn't look twice at the apartment complex he used to live in. when people accidentally say hello to him, he just looks a bit pleased. his tattoos came out different, somehow. all of the flowers and the bones and birds still there, but the lines somehow look finer, the colors and shadows deeper, like the ink drawings you'd find inside a book of fairy stories instead of the flat, jagged tribalism he'd favored before.]
--monks of Tibet can do it. Like I saw this video, and there was legit steam rising from the blankets even though there was snow everywhere. It was so fucking cool, you know, some serious mind over matter. Are we there yet?
[kavinsky— joe, actually-- had insisted on the blindfold and filming it, this thing that gansey had said 'looks really nice' and is 'not far from this skiing lodge i christmassed at once.'
the recording is because joe has a plan to start a streaming video website called "eudtube dot com" among his seventy or eighty other working ideas to keep himself entertained here, distracted from missing his family, who he is apparently very close to. he started talking about monasteries because he noticed gansey was driving uphill for a long time, increasingly curious, restless, chatty, and he turns the lens of his phone toward the other boy now. response please.]