never be the same.

she used to be soft. she used to be gossamer and silk until it was all torn apart and she was abandoned and alone. she used to be broken. she used to be sharks of iron and ice, a whirlwind of broken glass, until she learned to be more.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

Lila: I CAN T FND MY PHONE!

Carson: ...

Carson: Not gonna say it. I'm not gonna say it.

Carson: Where are you?

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

Stefan: I don't want your wishes of good luck, Carson, so don't even try right now.

Carson: (not sent, a day later) You did great anyway. I almost forgot how good you were. I should've never doubted you.

Carson: Sorry. Look, I know you don't want to talk to me, but we still need to figure this out.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

@amber-abernathy.

“Amber! Is that you?!” Carson yelled through the fusion of the music after spotting a familiar blonde in the crowd. She had been drinking, the red solo cup in her hand was a clear indicator though sober enough to still know what was going on. At least, that’s what she thought. “Come dance with me!” she said, holding a hand out as she bopped up and down on the balls of her feet with the music.

[ingridbergman-deactivated202001]

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

“Some guy who looks like he’s moving in to the beer tent just asked me if I had any ‘LCD’ he could buy.” Aaina grinned, cradling her plastic cup of beer to her chest. “And no, I did not correct him. I really want that man to keep asking people for TVs this weekend. If he comes up to you, promise you’ll keep the dream alive.”

“What makes you think he wasn’t looking to buy a television, A? Because, you know, where else to look than a music festival?” Carson asked, trying to maintain a straight face though quickly cracked in a laugh, head turning towards the obviously intoxicated man before turning back to her friend. “I’ll even pinky swear on it.”

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

“If it isn’t my favorite summer Olympian. What the hell are you doing here?” Lance released Carson from the hug, looking at the blonde with a raised eyebrow, “You look tan. Must be nice getting to play your games in the summer.”

“I heard Westport is the new home for olympians now, they’re all collecting us like Pokémon cards. Who knows, they might even hold the next ceremony here.” Carson joked with a laugh. “I wouldn’t know anymore. Uh, Rio was probably my last.” she added, clearing her throat. “I’ve missed you though, what are you doing here? You never struck me as the music festival type.” she said, nudging him.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

“Don’t wanna be an American Idiot,” she chanted along with the crowd arms in the air swaying to the familiar melody of an old classic. Alcohol coursing through her veins as slender hips continued to shimmy to their own accord. Letting the music, one to many drinks, and Milo’s voice transport her to a time much simpler. “Television dreams of tomorrow. We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow,” Maia continued to sing grabbing a hold of the person closest to her. “It’s a music festival, if you don’t dance I’m gonna report you to the fun police, now come on, dance!”

One second Carson was jumping up and down to the beat of the music with her friends, the next she was being pulled to the side - though instead of fighting against it, she let herself be pulled until she noticed it was Maia. “Don’t gotta tell me twice!” the blonde took a hold of her hand and help it up with hers while the other nursed a basic red solo cup and continued changing to the music. Carson wasn’t about to start asking questions if she was okay or not, the music festival was a good distraction and if there anyone that deserved it more right now, it was her. “Come on, Mai, keep up!” she said, her voice raising to get through the loud music.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

Carson: Hey, it's me. I heard you're performing tomorrow, and I just wanted to wish you a good luck. You're gonna crush it, like always.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

↳ instagram: @carson uploaded a new photo. ❤ 10.5K likes, ✐ 5.5K comments.

lollapalooza music festival outfit day one. 🌹🖤 now, try saying that five times. #lollapalooza

[nickichan]

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

erin… he really cares about you. maybe you don’t have to tell him.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

who would you take a bullet for

“Myself, bitch, the fuck.”

“On the real, I have four people I’d take a bullet for without hesitation - Lance, Wesley and Katrina. I don’t know what I’d do without those three and if it weren’t for them, Westport probably would’ve just been another pitstop for me. I’d also take a bullet for Stefan, because as shit as things are right now, he’s still my husband and I love him.”

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

Stefan or Wesley?

“New phone, who dis?”

[westportherald]

ANON HONESTY DAY.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

➣ reblog to indicate that you’re open to being asked and asking westport’s burning questions.

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

@katrinaunger.

“I’d offer you Wesley’s room since he’s been held back at the station tonight, but this couch is more comfortable, trust me.” Carson said as she walked into her living room with blankets and a pillow in her arms, though underneath she was nursing a bottle of alcohol. Setting the quilts down to the side, the blonde held up the bottle and took a seat on the couch next to her friend. “Seems like this is the essential for tonight though.” she chuckled, lifting her feet to rest against the coffee table. “Everything okay?”

[humorblr]

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

“Now that I know the truth, does that mean I have to move out?” With her face now hidden, Wes took his chance to surprise her. After taking her wrists in his hands, he moved them aside to press his lips against hers. Since their very first kiss, he knew that he was in trouble. Carson was one of his closest friends, she was someone that didn’t only see him as the town’s wash up, and he didn’t want to jeopardize losing that. However, everything about her was intoxicating to him and as much as he tried, he couldn’t stop kissing her. “Oh I’m well aware of how much you can handle.” He muttered through a laugh before he slipped his hand to rest on her back, pulling her body in closer to his.

“No, you can stay. Like I said... I like having you around.” Carson said, her tone turning into a reason one as she locked her oceanic blue eyes with his. She was surprised to be greeted by the kiss, but she responded back quickly, cupping his jaw as she did so. Carson promised no strings attached but here she was, in knots. But she didn’t care, she trusted Wes, he was special to her and she was going to show him that. Letting herself go of her ugly truth, just this one time, she pressed her body against his, smiling against their kiss. “Now would be a good time to test that theory.” she said in between kisses. “Pancakes can wait.”

[carsonbaldwin-blog]

“I will remember that from now on and try to do it. I’ll trust anyone who’s survived Italian pickpockets,” Victoria laughed, tugging her wallet safely back into her backpack before swinging it into her back. “But don’t tell me you’ve lived there? That would make me insanely jealous.”

“Trust me, it can get ugly, especially a foreigner like me that didn’t know a single word of Italian, but I’m glad I had...” she stopped, remembering her husband that she left and immediately feeling the guilt she had been trying to hide. Carson shook her head instead and flashed a smile at the girl again. “I’m a quick leaner.” she said instead. “I did, for about a year. Is it bad to say I actually like Westport better?” she laughed.