primadonna girl

milkshakes and cat eyes, lipstick and french fries // internalize so much but so little, don't make us feel belittled, world

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@tucsdayhale

“Whoa there, Nelly!” the girl cried out as a particularly ripped member of the football team roughly brushed past her, nearly sending her drink flying as she retreated back into the couch. She had nearly fallen into the other person on the couch’s lap, noticing this finally with an embarrassed giggle and scrambling to get of. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to reenact the Titanic onto you. Um, ice breaker question,” Tuesday started, licking her lips over thoughtfully as she sipped on the vodka cranberry in her hand. “If you could pick one liquid to shoot out of your pointer finger, what would it be?”

“if my finger shot out wine, i’d never take my finger out of my mouth,” blair chuckled, patting the seat next to her gesturing the brunette to sit. “i know you from somewhere,” she mused, “weren’t you that cutie in brown’s literature class?”

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@lrdbyrcn

the frenchman had been moments too late as he pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store , the open sign turning off and lights going out. as he turned the car off he still jumped out and tried the front door to find that it was in fact locked. he began grumbling unhappily in his native tongue when he heard the girl’s voice , turning around and sticking his lip out in a childish pout , “ it is not even five minutes past ! i need more wine. “ he had spent hours drinking wine with a close friend and had been on his way home when he decided he needed a night cap before bed. he tried not to sway and appear as sober as possible , “ do you happen to work here ? “ 

blair smiled wryly, observing the attractive, shaggy-haired stranger. “no, but how about we get even drunker together?” 

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@delilahhill

“Stop! You’re flattering me.” Delilah giggled, hiding her face with her hair.

“oh but you do,” she replied earnestly. “you’re even cuter when you laugh though.”

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“Come now, you’re too cute when you pout like that!” Blair teased.

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Makaio wandered around without a care in the world. He was trying to find inspiration in anything for his next project; flowers, architectures or food, literally anything. As he was walked around, camera around his neck, he had accidentally shoulder swiped someone. “Shit! I’m hella sorry, I shoulda been paying attention.” He told the other, nervously fiddling with his thumbs.

blair stumbled to her feet, brushing grass stains off her skirt. her tiny frame made her susceptible to being knocked over by a gust of wind or an incredibly handsome stranger. “s’alright,” she muttered, trying to hide the pink spreading on her cheeks.

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walking down the hall in her dorm building, blue eyes rimmed red and cheeks puffy from tears, the girl held her phone between her ear and her shoulder. it was times like this anya was thankful she was bilingual. no one here could know what she was talking about. “konzentriere dich auf deinen appell, papa. je mehr du dich um mich sorgst, desto weniger fokus hast du” her words soft and kind though her face nothing but distraught. “ich versuche nach hause zu kommen. ich liebe dich. bleib hoffnungsvoll.” and with that, she hung up her phone. it was only when she lifted her head from her screen did she notice the other person. “oh…hey.” her fake smile plastered on, only hoping the distress wasn’t noticeable.

“fuck,” blair muttered turning on her heels. she had forgotten her script in her dorm room and was precisely two minutes late for class. scampering down the hall she noticed a woman speaking into a phone, she looked visibly upset. “hey, you okay?” she said softly, her hand reaching for the brunette’s. “i heard crying and-- uh.”

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