trash kween

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📲 open sms.

Druella: Same! On lunch, though.

Druella: oh my god.

Druella: I think that's considered elder abuse, unless he's ?? Like in his fifties or something.

Harper: he's feeling fabulous and free and fifty I'm safe

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📲 open sms.

Silas: who cares?

Silas: i'd sock him.

Silas: waIT how old is he?

Silas: bc you shouldn't be punching 80 year old men

Harper: he's like fifty.

Harper: disgusting and round

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📲 open sms.

Ophelia: that bites.

Ophelia: oh god

Ophelia: ??? probably not. maybe arrested or s/t though.

Harper: i'm just gonna bite him.

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WOWEE. WOWWOWOWOWOW WILD TIMES MY FRIENDS

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📲 — harper valley pta.

Finn: touch me I dare u

Finn: I double dog dare u

Harper: I triple dog dare u to go away

Harper: actually don't

Harper: I'm lonely

Harper: Eleanor Rigby lonely

[bcndits-blog]

.....where everybody at ?

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📲 — harper valley pta.

Finn: am I really that disgusting

Finn: Jesus Christ

Finn: 🌝🌚🌝🌚🌝

Harper: I wouldn't touch u with a ten foot pole

Harper: ok maybe I would touch u just to make u mad

Harper: 😘😘

[remyhcine]

“High school I work at hired a real piece of work as the new football coach an’ if I end up killin’ him I need t’make sure your ass s’ gonna come bail me out. Least tell me you’ll help me bury the body.”

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Harper seemed unamused at the girl's words. "I'd rather not," lips pursed, "you know, go to jail. And if I ever do end up in jail, I hope it's for public indecency and not assisting in a murder." The red head gave a shrug.

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i'm fixing to head back to work from break but i'll be back on in about four hours fam

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📲 — harper valley pta.

Finn: there's always a chance

Finn: sock it to em' baby

Finn: Harper*

Finn: didn't mean to call you baby

Harper: did you just

Harper: why did you say baby

Harper: oh my god 🤢

[finncgvn-blog]

After spending the day at the public pool, Sabrina felt exhausted, waterlogged and nauseated from the heat index. Despite feeling this way, the blonde made her way to the local diner and patiently waited for a seat at the bar. Mel’s Diner was her favorite place in Phoenix — a cult classic show Alice made her feel alive. When she was younger, she and her brother would often be terrors in the diner, yelling ‘Kiss my grits.’ The quote was nostalgic for them and annoying to the employees who had heard it time and time again. As the waitress came and asked her what she’d like, Sabrina place a finger against her nude lips and sighed. “I’d like a banana milkshake and um, a small order of fries. Thank you.” While the waitress walked away, Sabrina swiveled back and forth on the barstool, legs swinging. “Oh god, I love this song. It’s so dreamy.” Come Softly by the Fleetwoods began playing through the jukebox, leaving Sabrina with a smile on her face.

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Harper hadn't felt like herself in days, daydreaming about a life that she could never have. Mel's Diner, a place closed after the afternoon rush had been a place that felt safe for Harper. Often running away there with her friends as a child after her dad had laid into her over the smallest thing. Seeing Sabrina made her heart dance. The two of them had been friends for as long as she could remember. As a child, she would run to the younger girl's home, crushing on her older brother Percy and spending every waking moment in the Harper house, hiding away from her father and the troubles of being the preacher's daughter. "Good God, how cliche is this song? I know, I know, you love it. Talk about true Harrison Ford in American Graffiti style. He could come softly to me, let me tell you." She sat down beside her friend, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Two straws, please!" Harper smiled in the direction of the waitress. "So, look, I'm having a total wasteland of kind of week, cheer me up, Sabrina Harper."

[bcndits-blog]

📲 open sms.

Harper: I'm stuck at work today.

Harper: some old man keeps catcalling.

Harper: do you think I would get socked if I socked him?

[finncgvn-blog]

# // harper & finn~

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone ?

harper valley pta 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone ?

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone ?

harper valley pta 

my muse’s last text to your muse ?

[09:34pm] if my neighbors continue to shoot off fireworks, there is a big BIG chance that a bottle rocket will be shoved up their ass soon.

[runawaysbish]

(✿◠‿◠)

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jsperwilder:

“Kamikaze!” An already sparked firework cradled in the clench of his fist, Jasper wrenched his arm back – negating every health and safety hazard that had been plastered all over the box – and pelted it as hard as his might would allow into the blue ink of the skies above. “Holy shit,” laughter grinding out through chalks of thick smoke, Jasper broke into a wry smile when it then burst into an explosion of colour. “July 4th resolution: always go out with a bang.“

“That sounds like a John Green quote, my friend.” Harper walked up toward the male, sparks and smoke blending together, flowing into the sky. Pops and snaps throughout the street, the sounds of war between pyromaniacs and onlookers. “What happens when you lose an eyebrow on that pretty little face of yours?”

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ardcnc:

“I mean, whatever you gotta do,” she said, shrugging a shoulder. Arden wasn’t exactly high fashion when it came to her appearance anyway. A bun on the top of her head felt like the least of her worries right now. “Did you see on the news that things are actually melting in the heat?”

“Jesus Christ, really? This is ridiculous.” Harper replied, shaking her head disbelief. “You know, I did hear someone talking about a highway sign’s paint melting but I never would have guessed that they were telling the truth. God, I need a pool.”

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paradisvm:

The moment Finn spotted the red haired girl, he smirked to himself. Harper Valentine, a hurricane without even knowing it. “You can doubt all you want, Valentine. I bet ten bucks, I will be on that float next year.” Pointing toward a float, blindly — looking up to see that it was the Women’s Health float. “Well, you know, I can rock the color pink.” A toothless grin allowed dimples to form on either side of his mouth. “So what did you have to do to get out of working today? I figured everyone and their cousin would be flocking to your place of employment after their drunk uncle and mouthy grandfather burned the hot dogs.” 

“I love a man that can rock pink, buddy. But I’m not so sure about you being able to rock it. You’re more — more dirty shoes and flannel shirts. No offense, some people like that.” She liked it and would rather choke on her own words than admit it. “Somehow, some way someone was watching out for me today. I’m reppin’ the red, white, and blue. I also told them today was a day of freedom so if they scheduled me, I would fake sick. They didn’t even want to argue with me, so here I am.” She smiled, boastfully.