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alexis pelletier // 24 // québécois. I want a window seat on my way to hell.

[kristenschaals]

[derek-wilson-blog]

“Oh, Summer Vacation. Right. That’s why suddenly the shopping malls became so crawled.”

[alexispelletier-blog]

“Blame the nice weather. As soon as the snow melts, people start scuttling all over town like beetles from under a rock.” He snorted, amused by the analogy. “Too bad there’s no version of pest control for tourists.”

[alexispelletier-blog]

“Between one trip to Holt Renfrew and dropping three hundred on an Osheaga pass, it looks like I’ll be moving into a tent and eating every other week for the next few months,” Alexis said darkly, rapping his fingers on the table below his chin. “It’s amazing how being broke doesn’t stop me from spending money I don’t have.”

[reyhan-birlik]

“So, what can I get ya?” Maggie grinned, approaching her newest customer at the bar. 

[alexispelletier-blog]

Alexis made a face, scrunching up his nose as he studied the bar’s drink menu. “Whiskey sour,” he finally ordered, before waving his hand lightly, a look of distaste still lingering on his features. “No maraschino cherry. I’d rather not ingest something that’s been chemically bleached and soaked in carcinogenic food dye till it can no longer call itself a fruit.”

[zaziebeatz]

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“Remember that one time Emmy thought it was a good idea to bring home that guy from Ivy? I don’t think I can top that shit, Miss Thing thought it was all chill to have him cuddling in my bed– I think about that wallet and that ash tray he stole everyday.” Raf spat the mint into a napkin, abandoning anything that could be considered grace as he tossed it towards (and missed) the bin by the door. “If you don’t want the free drink, tall dark and handsome over there might appreciate it more,” the bartender said, his brow curving upwards as he noted the petulant expression that soured Alexis’ features. A laugh punctuated the pause between them and he caught Eric’s tall frame against the door, “It might also be because you’re five feet tall and look like your mom packs your lunch.” Reaching for his roommate’s phone, he clicked the lock screen. “Fifteen minutes. Sip your drink a little faster, I might be able to wiggle out of here in five.”

[alexispelletier-blog]

Laughter bubbled out of Alexis at the memory, dissipating his sullen look with one broad stroke of a grin. It was a story that was somehow even funnier in retrospect (though he’d been laughing pretty damn hard at the time, too)- Emmy’s prize stallion had turned out to be more of a Clydesdale in the morning light, and it wasn’t till later that they had also realized he’d made good use of his “overnight hospitality” and pilfered Raf’s room on his way to the pawn shop. Ribbing Emmy over that showstopper of bad judgment never got old. Over the rim of his half-full Mohawk, Alex eyed the stranger in question: tall, dark, and handsome. Yup, all the boxes were checked. He gave a little shrug of approval. “He can’t have my drink, but my number’s up for grabs.” Confidence had never been a problem for him; it came easily and in spades, and even having a roommate cut from the pages of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue didn’t embitter him towards his friend. Well, not anymore. Not as much. As his phone got snatched, Alexis made a point to down the rest of the sugary pink drink in one go. He surfaced with a grimace. “Done. Now I feel diabetic. Just pour me a shot so I can wash down the taste.”

[cerviceps]

Visit Original Link

[alexispelletier-blog]

I am ill After swallowing cups of pride Inside it paints me With the bitterness I loathe

[alexispelletier-blog]

Ballerinas Reading, Pierre Carrier-Belleuse (1891) + Tyra Sanchez, RPDR Season 2 ↳ image courtesy of: sissythatart

[eveninglesbian-deactivated20180]

Claude Monet, Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies (1899) and Woman with a Parasol - Madame Monet and Her Son (1875).

[alexispelletier-blog]

@rafaelvidal: @alexispelletier i noticed that there was 200$ missing from my account last week.

@rafaelvidal: @alexispelletier did u get more dog sweaters... . .

@alexispelletier: @rafaelvidal srry but Dollarama isn't going to keep your dog on the best-dressed list

@alexispelletier: @rafaelvidal http://www.neimanbarkuscouture.com/Corduroy-Dog-Coats-p/cs-k9s0-corduroyjkt.htm

@alexispelletier: @rafaelvidal when do u get paid

[untrustyou]

[ferretfyre]

Aesthetics are nothing if there is no connection with meaning.

Xavier Dolan (via markhamillz)

[educazionesentimentale]

[heavenburdened]

alexis !

[ ✎ ]

         -— The male’s heart seemed to be both heavy and raw with an infinite sense of melancholy and torment ; yet completely & wholly numb at the very same time. Discordant memories of ALLEN polluted the labyrinth of the writer’s mind, and on days like this, Dane would always find himself walking ; wandering about the streets aimlessly, going around in circles in the hopes that he’d be able to stop his thoughts from doing the same. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand steps -— In all honesty, Dane had begun to lose count around one hundred and fifty ; his mind being drawn out of that linear logic only to be thrown back in time to dwell upon thoughts of Allen once more. Defeated, Dainan resolved to bring his little walk to an end ; wandering out of the cold sun and into the warmth of nearby Chez Boris. 

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        “ My apologies ; I’m afraid I don’t speak nor understand French. ” Dane’s thin fingers poked out from the ends of tattered, brown gloves ; hands cupping the coffee he’d purchased just moments before. In the presence of the latter’s French, the male’s own Australian accent seemed unusually rough despite the characteristically soft, velvety intonations that laced his voice. “ Please forgive me for the intrusion. I’ve got a ‘ have-here ’ coffee mug, and this was the only empty spot left for me to sit. ” With the gentlest of smiles settled along his lips, Dane’s kind brown eyes met the critically bespectacled gaze of his companion. 

[alexispelletier-blog]

Montreal had a homeless problem. Mostly, they were concentrated in the lower half of the city, near the waterfronts of Old Port where tourists flocked all year round and the metro tunnels beneath the city, where cold weather couldn’t get to them and commuters always had some pocket change to spare. The longer you lived here, the more they began to blend into the background, the more invisible they became in the grand, gritty scheme of things; only the occasional hollerer on a street corner or a pushy bum asking for subway fare got your attention. Alexis’ first thought upon seeing the holes in the man’s gloves, paired with the seemingly haggard air he carried with him, was that he might be a beggar or busker that had come off the street for a hot cup of coffee. If that were the case, this was also the most polite, soft-spoken bum he’d ever encountered in the city.

But the accent wasn’t native, nor was it sourced from Toronto or Vancouver or any other far reach of Canada- it took him a moment to place it, but once Australian clicked into place, Alexis’ eyebrows inched a fraction upwards. So he was an import. “Fair enough,” the younger man replied in English, his Quebec accent elongating the vowels and his voice hoarse in that pack-a-day chainsmoker’s way. The essays in front of him were beginning to bleed red, slashed through with corrections and notes scrawled tightly into the margin. Alexis considered the open page, wrote in one final slanted note, and flipped it closed before looking up at the stranger again with a scrutinizing gaze. “So what brings you to Montreal? You don’t sound very local.”

[darcynixon]

“I was referring more to the fact that you’re such a charmer. You better slow your roll with that silver tongue of yours, or I’m gonna take my pants off right now.” Darcy raised their eyebrows and smirked. “Thank you so much for the permission,” she said. “You know, I really don’t want to show you because I feel like you’re just going to say something ‘snarky’.” They sketched air quotes around the word snarky, which to them basically meant asshole. 

[alexispelletier-blog]

Far from passively complying or politely declining to answer his question, she shot back with a smarmy dose of her own sarcasm; the corners his lips twitched despite himself, and Alexis craned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the cover of her book. “Well, now I’m curious. Can’t pass up a chance to judge someone when it comes along.” It was a joke, but that didn't make it any less true.

[cal-adams-blog]

“Well, I wonder who taught them that,” Caleb said, pulling out one of his notebooks and a pen and starting to write. He smirked briefly. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” Not that he intended to come back to this pretentious hole in the wall, especially if this equally pretentious guy was a regular customer.

[alexispelletier-blog]

Alexis took a moment to look affronted all over again, brow furrowing. “If it’s anyone fault, it’s whoever taught them to read in the first place. You can’t misspell a word that’s mentioned a hundred times in class without some kind of literacy deficiency.” Then the frown smoothed away, leaving behind an indifferent expression and an equally-uncaring shrug. “Plus, If you’re not smart enough to spellcheck your term paper before you turn it in, you’re dumb enough to fail it. I've got no sympathy to spare.”

[bryonyxkay-blog]

Usually, Bry took their schoolwork back home or to the nursery to work, but every now and then they wanted a change of location. The little cafe had a nice ambiance and they were able to focus inside, which made it ideal for studying. They made a beeline for a table near an outlet, without realizing the table was occupied. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. I’ll be sure to be careful.” They flashed a smile as they sat down and carefully set their cup down as far from the papers as possible while also keeping it from the edge. 

[alexispelletier-blog]

The girl looked to be around the undergraduate age, quite possibly a student herself- during finals time, even the farthest outpost in the city was crawling with the sleep-deprived and strung-out masses. If it served coffee and had wifi, it was a haven. Her apology seemed genuine, and he couldn’t exactly fault her for claiming the spot. “Thanks,” was his curt reply. Pushing aside one essay in favor of the next, Alexis decided venture on his intuition without looking up. “Studying?”