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“I really didn’t need to hear that,” Thea mumbled before she ate a cut up piece of strawberry, and grabbed her acai bowl off the kitchen counter. “Also, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” One perfectly shaped eyebrow raised as she added, “ Because that would be a little dirty.” Her voice gave no hint of her playfully mood, but her blue eyes did.

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“Please, like you’ve never gotten a little too much cum in your mouth to handle?” Mia asked, as if it was an everyday occurrence--and on some of her days, it was. “I’m sure my mom has had her fair share of experiences like that, too.”

#❪ ✧ / —— INTERACTIONS. ❫#theadonoghue #nsfw #why do these two always have the weirdest conversations

alissaamor:

“Ultimately it is my decision, yes, but I do like feedback,” she explained. She thought for a moment on the suggestions, before saying, “I’ll probably go with the one. That way it can be much higher than if I had two.”

“Chill, I’m just teasing you about using my free critiques.” And even with that statement she was still teasing the other girl. It was in her nature. “How do you decide if you’re designing it for yourself or your shop?”

#❪ ✧ / —— INTERACTIONS. ❫#alissaamor

bob-belcher

#❪ ✧ / —— MUSINGS. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫#mia will do this in the middle of conversation if you don't stay in your lane

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He’s a mess,” she said affectionately. “But he’s my mess.

Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye (via my-typewritten-thoughts)

#❪ ✧ / —— I'M SO HIGH I THINK I LOVE YOU. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

epeelogue

She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s got resting bitch face

#❪ ✧ / —— MUSINGS. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

malamente1992

#❪ ✧ / —— AESTHETIC. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

eizagonzalezsource

Eiza González seen leaving The Corinthia Hotel in London, 22nd of June 2017.

#❪ ✧ / —— MIRROR. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

xcyst

being a pessimist is great, I’m always either right or pleasantly surprised

#❪ ✧ / —— MUSINGS. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

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Eiza out May, 2016.

#❪ ✧ / —— MIRROR. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

alissaamor:

“Fair enough,” she said, tilting her head, “What do you suggest then? I was thinking of just cutting the whole thing off. Making it a mini dress instead of a maxi. Or maybe just a really high thigh slit.”

“Isn’t that your job? I’m just the peanut gallery; here to say ‘yay’ or ‘boo.’“ She shrugged, enjoying being no help at all. And then as if a change of heart, she added, “The thigh slit or two side slits.”

#❪ ✧ / —— INTERACTIONS. ❫#alissaamor

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#❪ ✧ / —— I'M SO HIGH I THINK I LOVE YOU. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

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#❪ ✧ / —— MUSINGS. ❫#❪ ✧ / —— QUEUE. ❫

ameliaindahouse:

Amelia rolled her eyes at the woman and her own bad luck, “I don’t think that’s something you should be proud of” she said as the woman told her it wasn’t the first time she was a shithead in a bar. “Oh cool, so I am the first person you’ve spilled your drink on. I’m honored” she said with a sigh before shaking her head “No, I don’t think you need anymore acholo in you” she replied already feeling protective of the girl as she scanned the room and noticed everyone was doing their own thing. “Thanks, but I don’t drink. If anything I was going to ask for a virgin margarita just do I don’t look like a loser” she said with a small smile, her earlier bad mood almost gone. Sure she was soaked in what can she only assume was an alcoholic beverage but both girls were fine and it seemed like Amelia just might have someone to talk to while she spied on the club.

“Did I say I was proud of it? I’m just being honest. Isn’t that the best policy?” Eve though she was quoting a childhood phrase, there was a distinct amount of contradicting sarcasm in her voice. “We can even get you a medal and everything for it.” Her sarcasm only came to an end when the other suggested she had enough alcohol. Mia snorted a bit, literally laughing out loud at the idea of it. “More is exactly what I need!” She rebutted, a strange moment of energy for the girl who usually put no effort into conversation. “One more shot and I’ll be at the best level of drunkedness.” When the other denied the drink offer, Mia accepted her answer for a moment, before confusion took over her face as she remembered where exactly they were. “Why did you come to a bar if you don’t drink? There’s not much else to do here.” She paused. “Besides get drinks spilled on you.”