young god.

Stella Martin. 20| siren. "men either want to fix you, save you or fuck you. i can’t be fixed and i don’t care to be saved"

[kciynanlonsdale]

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song of the day:

some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world

[kciynanlonsdale]

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there's nothing i want but money and time

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character aesthetics - rich kids (requested by anonymous)

we are the xany gnashing, caddy smashing, bratty ass, he mad, he snatched his daddy’s jag and used the shit for batting practice. adamant and he thrashing, purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed

[dailyactress]

[soymilklesbian-deactivated20171]

Don’t assign me yours.

[fionagoddess]

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[kristenschaals]

[dylansashley-blog]

[zekeyy-miller]

“Having a shitty life isn’t justification for being a shitty person.. just sayin’.” 

[aint-that-stella]

“Having a shitty life isn’t justification for sitting around and being a mopey, cry baby either. What’s being sad or feeling shitty for yourself going to do? Gotta grab life by the balls, Performer Boy. You know that.”

[s-moorexo-blog]

“__”

[aint-that-stella]

“I don’t think we’re close enough roomies to be able to communicate with each other telepathically, i’m afraid- so... You might wanna speak up.”

[cherrie-pop]

Usually Charlotte wouldn’t have gotten so worked up about petty things girls like Stella would say to her, but after what she had endured she definitely wasn’t in the frame of mind to try and ignore her. “I look like a trainwreck..” she said slowly, her eyes lifting up to look at the girl before they narrowed. “Maybe it’s because I’ve had a seriously rough night. You know it also might be the fact that while I was minding my own business I was just molested by two strange men outside town. I’m not trying to bump into anyone, I’m trying to get to my room so I can try and clean myself up and forget that this ever happened. Now if you’ll kindly move the fuck out of my way that would make my night so much better,” she snapped tearfully, pushing past the girl roughly.

[aint-that-stella]

Stella narrowed her eyes at the girl, taking a step closer to her. “You wanna know something sad? Every 107 seconds, a person is assaulted. That’s nearly every two minutes. So what makes you so special, huh? You think you’re the only person that’s happened too? So what gives you the right to walk around and skulk and feel sorry for yourself? It sucks, but what are you going to do? Cry those boys into jail? They’re pathetic. But you’re just as bad. You want vengeance, hell, i’ll help you get it, but not if you think you get a pass for being mopey and depressed as all hell. It happens to a lot of people, and you don’t see them walking around and crying their eyes out. Put your chin up and act like a god damn woman. Learn how to defend yourself. It’s not your fault, and it won’t ever be, but doing nothing in just making sure they get  to do it to some other woman, because you were too much of a wimp to say or do anything.”

[teen-wolf-archive]

Don’t be such a sour wolf.

[cherrie-pop]

Charlotte looked up at the girl, taking a few steps back. “I don’t have a boyfriend..” she whispered, lowering her head and gripping onto her arms tightly as she tried to avoid eye contact. “Right..” she added quietly in reply to Stella’s advice. 

[aint-that-stella]

“Big surprise there.” Stella said under her breath, “Jesus Christ, you look like a train wreck. Pull yourself together, won’t you? Or are you hoping to bump into someone so they’ll feel sorry for you and you can tell them all your deepest, darkest secrets? Wake up, Vanilla. Nobody cares about anybody but themselves. Your problems are just that- yours. So grow up and realise everybody’s got their own shit, okay?” Stella was tired of all this non stop drama, it was so draining being here when everybody was always crying, falling pregnant, getting hurt, being upset. Fucking hell...

[brad-elliot-blog]

brad & stella II we meet again.

[brad-elliot-blog]

Brad couldn’t help but laugh “Wow Stella, still so modest..” he teased “I don’t know, i think my shows are better” He joked, pulling down the neck of his shirt sarcastically. “Ahh. I mean i haven’t been here that long either” he admitted “And all i’ve seen of it is just.. fucked up shit going down” he nodded “Everything’s just so heavy you know..” he nodded “And it’s like.. this place is designed to shove your past straight into your fucking face” he gave a small shrug 

He chuckled, catching her as she jumped, holding her legs around his waist “They seemed like a good idea at the time.. And hey! There was one time i did it properly and it looks okay. Don’t be an asshole” he teased, releasing her smiling and trapping the hand she used to blow the kiss, tugging at it teasingly “Yeah yeah you’re the queen bee, fucking hot, blah blah blah” he joked “Whats new with you though? What have i missed?” 

[aint-that-stella]

“Just because i know i’m hot, doesn’t mean i should be punished. You think you’re the first guy to tell me how great i look?” She asked, arching an eyebrow up at him. “Hmm.. They were quite good, if i recall correctly.” She grinned, watching him almost pull down his shirt, biting down on her lip. “God, yes, i know. Everybody’s constantly crying and whining about something or rather, it’s utterly intolerable.” Stella rolled her eyes, because she felt like she was in One Tree Hill or something. Nobody had any ability to have fun. “God, don’t tell me you’re getting all dramatic and lame too.” Stella groaned.

“I’m not being an asshole, we both know how awful they looked.” Stella said, giving him a pointed look to remind him, “I like this hair better. Only slightly though.” She shrugged, watching him capture her hand, stifling a small yawn, “Nothing. Parties, drugs, alcohol, boys- some girls. The usual. My life is non stop fun, whilst everybody else runs around feeling sorry for themselves.”

[sarahhhyland]

[aint-that-stella]

“Isn’t this the part where you welcome me here?”

“If you look as good as without a shirt as you do with one, then i’ll do more then welcome you.”