( cerberus )

alexandra chang. twenty seven. club bouncer. back bay res.

[putalittleloveonme]

[chvang-blog1]

alicekingsley:

                                alice   took  her  daughter  from  ballet  class  to  the  park .  she  was  with  a  basket  to  make  a  picnic  in  the  park .  she  brought  her  puppy  (  levon  )  to  stay  the  time  with  them .  when  dominique  set  the  the  blanket  on  the  grass   along  with  her  mother  ;  they  opened  the  basket  preparing  their  snacks  on  top  of  their  blanket .  when  mimi  finished  or  tidy  everything ,  she  picked  up  her  iphone  &  sent  a  text  to  alex  by  saying .

TEXT: Hey , Alex! TEXT: I’m in the park with my daughter, we’re making a picnic,  wanna  enjoy  us ? TEXT: [ attached  the  address ]

@chvang

Thing is --- Alice Kingsley is a great companion to have, there’s no denying that, but hesistance often brews within the twenty-seven year old bouncer when an offer to spend time together is hoisted up in the air. Children are a-okay, but their presence elicits a strange sensation at times, kind of reminds her of the times when life did not feel like an enormous piece of shit and she doesn’t like thinking much of those ancient days, doesn’t like the way they clog up her throat. Alas, she knows she can’t say no. She can’t stay home --- her parent’s anniversary is coming up soon and god knows what’ll happen if she remains at home on her own.

Instead of texting back, Alex figures a surprise emergence would be better. She’s, afterall, all for dramatic entrances. She calls Uber, closes her eyes throughout the entire car ride and saunters right towards where the two are located. She smiles a bit when she sees them, but it curls into a simper as she nears closer. “Boo.” She whispers, coming up behind them after turning her footsteps as feather-light as she could.

[justafuckingt-shirt]

what do you find most attractive in boys?

usually, their girlfriends

[inkskinned]

me looking at the person i like: i am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your freckles and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor,  me aloud: what’s up asshole

[chvang-blog1]

lila--johnson:

“I miss drinking booze though.” Lila laughed. “I used to have a glass of wine every night before I got pregnant. Having to deal with a six year old and having my line of work…ugh.” she said, shaking her head. “Oh, my name is Lila. The little girl growing inside of me is Elena.”

Although the simper remains on her face, Alex feels a bit awkward when she listens to her talk---there’s nothing wrong with it, not much, it just reminds her a bit of how her mother used to talk about the ancient days. “Oh, you’ve got another kid too?” She questions, rummaging through her empty pockets. Her mouth stings from the blood. “That’s cute. Hi, Lila.” Then she looks down. “Hi, Elena. I’m Alexandra--Alex, just call me Alex. Your, uh. Everynight bouncer.” She shakes her head. “Should we go inside now? Grab the drinks?”

[chvang-blog1]

tristanmerriweather:

Tristan chuckled-what she said was true, the Patriots do have some serious mojo going on, and he hoped that mojo takes them all the way to winning the SuperBowl. “That is true, Brady is having a great season as usual, so I shouldn’t be that worried about his hand and the game…should I?”

Alex nonchalantly shrugs. “You shouldn’t, but saying shit like that could probably jinx the whole thing. Just have faith in the Pat and the Brad.” She says, placing a hand on her chest in an exaggerated manner. Then there’s a soft glint in her eyes, the thing that emerges whenever she’s feeling mischievous--or drunk. “You wanna bet on that? If Brady ends up sucking, then come find me again and buy me a whole fucking round of booze.”

[daisysquakesss]

Another set of Chloe looking cute af

[chvang-blog1]

emiliareed:

Emilia batted her eyelashes a few time, trying to comprehend what exactly the brunette had just said. It was definitely the first time she’d heard something like that and it left her a little speechless. “I’m not sure if I should laugh or feel offended by that,” Emilia let out a quiet chuckle anyway, figuring that was the more appropriate way to react.

The reaction’s understandable---Alex can be brash, crude and unbridled in her ways to express her thoughts although the majority of them stemmed from insincerity and a lousy attempt to maintain a front---which is why how she speaks may seem odd or offensive to some. “That’s alright. Have that effect on people.” She chimes, shrugging one shoulder. “That was pretty fucking sick, though. I could never do actual yoga, I’m only flexible when it comes to the more salacious shenanigans. How long have you been doing this? Big props.”

[thelovejournals]

I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other; for those were some of the best times of my life.

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[daisysquakesss]

#inventing beauty again