✧ * girl / monster.

poisonous sweet girl, with alcohol && fire coursing through your veins. darling daughter, favoured child, you were born with something rotten inside of you. poisonous sweet girl, you never could be content to be unhappy alone.

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 scvlped‌ / andi

andi knew that splurging on all these new materials she actually didn’t need wasn’t a good idea but once she was in a craft store she couldn’t help herself, and trying to carrying it all to her apartment in one trip also was a bad choice but she did it anyway. even after her uber driver offered to help her out, she was thankful but wasn’t about to let a strange man into her place. with all her new things pilling it up on her arms made it impossible for her to see where she was going and with no surprise she was tripping over her on feet and dropping everything on the ground “fudge nuggets!”she exclaimed as she feel. the blonde sat on the ground for a second before huffing and getting up on her feet, mumbling angry words at the floor andi started to pick stuff up and looked up at the people around her throwing to a sheepish smile to no one in particular “sorry,” she shrugged and propped up a small canvas.

 “totally fudge nuggets.” more like completely fucking tragic, but whatever floated your linguistically childish boat sabine guessed. the skirt she was wearing was absolutely not bending friendly, so she knelt down instead, keeping her balance in a way that meant nothing except her shoes had to suffer touching the floor. los angeles was a filthy city, dirtier than the television and all those tabloid dreams ever let you knew. she could have left it alone, probably would have, but sabine had proposed that for her new year resolution she’d undertake one good deed a day... she was two weeks overdue, and she figured helping the blonde girl out would be more than enough to atone for that. besides, her manicure was already ruined and chipped from work, and she had hand-sanitizer on her key chain and in her bag. “so are you an artist or something? or simply running an underground supplies store out of your apartment?”

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Behind the Scenes of Camila Mendes photographed by Mitchell McCormack for Marie Claire Malaysia.

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 bssnake:

“and stay lost!” ryder shouted as the would-be thief ran, worse off than when he started. he began to fix himself, adjusting his jacket and stretching his arms out. he turned to the person beside him, “you didn’t see shit alright?” his tone solid, deadly almost. his eyes sharp on them.

“if i did you’ll have to kill me, or something, right?” dark brows arched upwards sardonically, the tilt of her mouth distinctly amused. a little too much liquor in her system made an already brave mouth a little too bold. she let loose a snort, shaking her head. “all i saw was you shouting at some loser; i’ve got better things to do than go blabbing about every dumb argument i see.”

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Camila on Lili’s Instagram story. (06.03.17)

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 jmiyako:

“My day? Quite the shitshow,” June rolled her eyes, nursing a can of Arizona iced tea in her hands and swishing the contents around as if it were a concoction. “First, you run into a bunch of people on shrooms begging you to trip-sit them and then you leave and try to calm yourself with a matcha latte at Starbucks until some Martin Shkreli-looking freak keeps hitting on you. This is precisely why I never fucked with NYU kids. The little fucker had it coming when I nearly chased him out of the store.” She took a dramatic gulp as if the tea was alcohol, throwing her head back with the manner of Carrie Bradshaw. “So how’s your afternoon? I hope it’s been splendid.”

“How positively heartless of you to not trip-sit them. What a complete and utter stone cold bitch you are, June.” Finishing the remnants of her diet coke, she surveyed the immediate area for a bin. Litter was high on the list of things only done when she was drunk, or it was completely necessary -- five minutes holding something until you found a trash can? sure. twenty? not quite as doable. -- Sabine didn’t like a mess. As luck would have it, there was one just a few feet away. She discarded the empty can with one hand, pulling her pink hand sanitizer out with the other. “My day’s been tragically boring compared to yours. I got a new liquid lipstick -- claims to be kiss proof, but i mean we’ll see -- and that was the highlight. Like I said, tragic.”

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 cresshqs:

“can’t handle your liquor?” cress clucked his tongue and shook his head as he reached for her glass. “such a shame. but worry not, love, i won’t let it go to waste.”

“oh, i can handle liquor; it just depends on how enjoyable it is. what’s the point in life if we don’t enjoy it to full capacity?” dark eyes glinted in the soft ghost of a challenge -- at what? surely nothing actually spoke aloud; more so at life itself -- and her cheeks twitched as if for a moment she’d been tempted to smile. “enjoy.”

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 lanarcse:

“Um, nice try? I feel like Donkey Kong tonight. I’m totally on top of the world. Not to get all pretentious quoting a wise philosopher or anything but: nobody can drag me down,” she recited the One Direction lyric as she snatched over the drink with both hands, cupping it towards her lips like a chimpanzee carefully lapping rainwater from the wrinkles of its palms. Taking a sip far too confidently, Lana froze with her cheeks pooched fat like a hamster preparing for hibernation, eyes flying over to find Sabine’s in pure panic. Finally gulping it down, she threw her lips open to let out an unearthly groan, sounding every bit like a dying warthog sprawled out by the watering hole. “What the fuck? I feel like I just suckled on Timothy Spall’s big toe. That’s… God, Sabine. Way to try and poison me.”

A delighted peal of laughter left her, washing away the remnants of her face quicker than any makeup wipe could ever dream. L’oreal eat your heart out. “How the fuck do you know what Timothy Spall’s toes -- big one specifically -- taste like? Is it filthy? Your secret is completely safe with me, cross my heart and hope to die.” She mimed the crossing of her heart with well-manicured hands, expression resolving into something a little more wicked. “Don’t worry, if there was poison in it then it wouldn’t be deadly. I’ve watched Orange is the New Black, I don’t think I’d look good in prison garb.”

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 mattsonwolfe:

“What? A little too strong for you?” Mattson laughed, eyebrows raised as he questioned the brunette next to him. Taking the drink, he held it up to his lips, eyes gleaming at the prospect of a challenge. “Please, you are such a baby.” Rolling his eyes, he downed the drink in one swift sip. “That was nothing.”

“I’m still at the point of the night where I want all my drinks to be pretty and actually taste nice.” Sabine shrugged one shoulder, a little too blasé in the motion. Her pride was an easily touched thing when she was still mostly sober. “I could have drunk it, I’d just prefer to put things I actually like in my body.”

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 mirajcne:

mira reluctantly took the drink, “what the hell did you get?” she ask with a concerned manner, moving the liquid towards her nose and taking whiff of the mixture. “i’m honestly scared to try it now especially with how you just reacted to it. can you at least try and describe what it taste like?”

“it’s not that bad,” the lie slipped easily off her tongue without even thinking. empty reassurances and white lies came out a little too easily from painted lips. she paused, momentarily pursing her lips as she considered. “well, it's not as bad as petrol. i think it’s whiskey. tastes cheaper than it should.”

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anyone you feel like getting to know?

“in what sense are we talking here? am i looking for someone to get high with here; someone to hook up with; best friends forever; none of the above? i’m a lot less picky about some of these things when i’m a few drinks in than i am when sober. just as long as nobody expects me to hold their hair back whilst they puke i’ll be anybody’s new bff.”

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thots on the gossip blog comparing u to sarah jessica parker?

“she played the central protagonist on sex & the city, and became a household name; sometimes it pays to be bland. i’d give more of a fuck if they’d compared me to katherine heighl, i might have even cried.”

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Thoroughbreds (2017) Directed by Cory Finley

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 ellisfrench:

“No use crying over spilt… vodka?” she said, sniffing the clear liquid in her flask as if she’d forgotten what she’d been drinking. Quickly wiping away remnants of the liquid on her dress, Ellis sighed, glancing up to the person she’d been speaking to before she’d made a fool or herself. “What were we chatting about? The Civil War? The rise and fall of Jennifer Lawrence? I genuinely can’t remember.”

  “Better vodka than red wine.” Oh the fit that Sabine had fit the one time she’d spilt that on herself. A beautiful dress ruined, and the sound of her own scream ringing in her ears for a good week afterwards. Some things were definitely worth crying over, and drink on a dress was definitely one of them. She’d stepped sharply back when Ellis had spilt the drink on herself, terrified of getting any of the liquid on herself. Dark eyes still fixed on what was going to become a stain, she tried an attempt at a smile. “Jennifer Lawrence, and her brand of charming reliability, no longer being the flavour of the month was my best Christmas present ever... but that’s not what we were talking about.”

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 slvanes:

Twirling a fake arrow between her fingers, Sloane popped her bubblegum as she wandered over to a fellow partygoer. Her robbed was tied loosely around the red lingeries she was wearing to portray Cupid, her bubblegum pink wig transforming the dark-haired girl into a ethereal fairy-like creature. Sticking the arrow gently into someone’s shoulder, the girl smiled deviously. “Tag! You’ve been hit,” Sloane remarked, staying true to her costume’s mythology. “You’re doomed to fall in love with the first person you spot. Which I guess is me. Congratulations. We’re going to Vegas to get married. The plot of The Hangover? Quaking in its boots currently.”

Resplendent in silk with her dark hair pinned only at the front with the rest of it left to tumble free, she turned as she felt the arrow poke her shoulder. There was something about wearing a new outfit, that when combined with the buzz of alcohol was more than enough to keep Sabine’s mood buoyant. “Cupid? That’s adorable. Unfortunately, I can only agree to marriage if we have an Elvis impersonator officiating. Anything else -- except maybe the iconic Britney Spears herself -- is a dealbreaker.”

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SABINE SANTOS AS APHRODITE // 001 / ?

She’s beautiful yet cruel because she loves you with a piece of her heart and you love her with all of yours. The gods of fire and war, fierce and destructive, their hearts belong to her. You fell because a piece of her is lost and beautiful and she’s almost golden. eternally golden, eternally broken because no one’s love is enough for her.