yeah ed

excessively-english-little-b  asked:

Hello there guys! I was just wondering - you mention your inner world functioning as "copies" of you, and that you yourselves never go into the inner world. Are you able to interact with each other outside of the inner world, but 'inside' (if that makes sense?). I suppose, are your consciousnesses able to communicate while you are not fronting/co-con-ing? Or do you rely on watching the inner world for that kind of interaction?

Yes! You hit the nail on the head! ^_^ We can communicate when we are co-con/co-fronting, and lotsa ‘expectation’ from one another sorta just seems to sink in.

Like, for example today:
*I come home from work and Gaz is doing the mopping*
*Gets reminded, like a flash of thought*
“Oh yeah, Ed wants to make sure that the house is perfect for Friday when the mortgage dude comes over.”

So, it’s almost like, though I haven’t ‘spoken’ to Ed co-con for a couple of weeks now, I knew he’d had those thoughts/anxieties.  Like it sometimes comes to me automatically :) (but it’s definitely not fool proof! D:)

anonymous asked:

Oh yeah I agree the sugdens vs. whites had so much potential and just descended into the whites turning on each other whilst a Sugden occasionally walked past and giggled. But Lachlan-free Emmerdale is a blessing and we gotta count our blessings here. And yes, if and when he returns I hope he goes full on villain and takes revenge on Chrissie for getting him into this situation in the first place (and praying he accidently pushes Rebecca out a window a la Rakesh style but that's just me)

if they had just stuck to robert swanning around the scrapyard refusing to do any work, while aaron bends over cars looking sweaty and making overt buttsex jokes i really think they would have been onto a winner

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.