Sun In An Empty Room
The Weakerthans
Sun In An Empty Room

the hands that we nearly hold with pennies for the GST

the shoulders we lean our shoulders into on the subway, mutter an apology

the shins that we kick beneath the table, that reflexive cry

the faces we meet one awkward beat too long and terrified

know the things we need to say (sun in an empty room)

and said already anyway (sun in an empty room)

by parallelograms of light (sun in an empty room)

on walls that we repainted white (sun in an empty room)

Edward Hopper, Sun, Empty Room, 1963.

‘Love’ by Daughter- Luke Hemmings

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OKay so I just thought the gif was relevant for the story idk, anyone thank you anon who requested this and I’m sorry if you don’t like the way i did it cos I just suggest listening to the song while reading rather than putting song lyrics in the preference. Enojyyyyy :) 

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Challenge Three

A/N: Thank you @e–jun​ for the rp!

“Miss, it’s time to wake up,” Erin, one of my maids, told me as she gently shook me, attempting to get me up. She had opened the curtains, and the sunlight streamed across my large-and mostly empty-room. The glaring sun made it impossible to go back to sleep, so I drowsily sat up.

“The royal dignitaries and diplomats are visiting today, and it’s very important that you make a good impression, miss!” She told me eagerly.

“Come on Erin, you don’t have to call me ‘miss’. Adri is fine.” I said. “Or even Adriana.  But ‘miss’ makes me sound like someone I’m not.”

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