— peach pit .

Celeste Cole. 21. Almost tastes like almonds. Like cyanide kisses, bitter and sweet, full and hollow. Almost tastes like plums left too long, too soft to enjoy.

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remelias:

“Taking a leaf from Rihanna’s book,” Remi announced to no one in particular as she sipped beer from a wineglass, utilizing the drink more as an accessory than anything else while she darted in between grinding bodies. Her lithe frame was swathed in a oversized denim jacket she’d snatched from the back of a barstool five minutes earlier, and she gleefully examined her reflection in the mirror while rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “Buy me a drink,” she tossed over her shoulder, readjusting a loose curl as she spoke. “And I owe you one dare. No passes. And make it interesting.”

Smooth fabric of her wine red slip dress moving lithely along with her body as she finally spotted a familiar face and slug her arm around Remi, Celeste was busy chugging form the wine bottle she had been carrying around all night. “Remi the Rat!” She greeted her, referencing the main character of Ratatouille. In greeting, she took both of her hands onto the girl’s cheeks and kissed her full on the mouth with a wide grin. “Um, you can have some of my wine? I broke out my expensive shit tonight. And I dare you to give a lap dance to someone of my choosing.”

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sydmorrissey:

“nice. however, i prefer ya know my name, seein’ as how you’re gonna be screamin’, though i’m completely down with you using daddy as a substitute, if you wanna keep this whole anonymity thing up.” he mused, fingers lacing at the hem of her shirt before her thumb ran over his chin. as she pulled away once more, syd gripped the fabric of her shirt more forcefully, pulling her back into him and closing the distance. “my tongue is pretty good at erasing and replacing memories.” the words left his lips as his free hand traveled to her neck, fingers gently dancing over her chin before his lips trailed from her lips, across her jaw and to her earlobe. “wanna see?”

The girl’s breath hitched as he tugged her closer once again, lips smirking as he spoke gruffly to her. “I don’t do the daddy kink. What’s your name then?” She finally asked him, voice growing breathy as his lips trailed down her neck. It didn’t even matter who he was, the girl just needed to keep feeling something. “I like the sound of that.” Her head tiled back, giving him more access to her neck as he hair trailed off her shoulders. “Show me,” she told him, whispering in the boy’s ear, hands knotting into the material of his t-shirt.

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@lilahastor: no offence bt whoever sent that celeste message to the gossip blog? your mom's a hoe

@celestialcole: @lilahastor omg... me achey brakey hort..

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matcofernandez

“Or whatever,” Mateo teased as light heartedly as he could properly muster, noticing the change in Celeste’s demeanor almost immediately. The only downside of being friends with people from back home was that at this point, there wasn’t really any hiding the emotion anybody else would completely see through. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, with all the lack of grace he generally possessed, all talk without thinking. The way she practically removed herself from him like he was about to lean in and stuck draining her body of all it’d blood and attempted to run off had him scoffing, glancing in the direction she was pointing in but didn’t see the shirt she was describing. “Either you’re seeing things or you’re tryna get rid of me. Bit offensive. I’ve done nothing but be good to you but I guess you gotta chop off the weakest link. Like a pinky finger, or something. Probably the least useful of the fingers,” he mumbled, shifting his gaze back to Celeste after a long pause. Reaching forward, he was about to tuck a piece of her long brown hair behind her ear, a habitual move he’d become more than used to, but figured that that was the last thing she wanted right now. For some reason. Instead, he poked at her cheek gently, heaving a dramatic sigh before protesting her attitude, “Why you in such a mood, huh? Too drunk? Not drunk enough? Not high enough?”

What’s wrong with you? It was a question she was always asking herself, but not in the joking, lighthearted way that Mateo meant it. When she got her hopes up any time someone gave her a genuine compliment, or when Mateo would brush her hair out of the way like he had done thousands of times before. She was jealous of people who didn’t wear their emotions at all times, who weren’t as easy to read as she was. “I’m not trying to get rid of you,” she said in a distracted, faraway voice, keeping her eyes trained on her hands as if anything else would be too telling. It was stupid, having a crush on him in the first place. Of course he’d want to sleep with Bea, or Lilah, or probably any one of their friends but her. She picked her head up, giving him another overly bright smile. “What mood? I’ve like, never been this peachy before. Probably tired or something. Y’know, I got like, fucked so good last night. I never thought I could reach a new level of kinky, but you know, I did it,” she rambled, the defense mechanism of using sex in place of her emotions making her retreat back. “He reminded me a bit of that guy I dated last spring. Did I ever tell you he broke up with me because I wanted him to take me on an actual date? I think that must have been about the tenth guy to give me that excuse.”

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sydmorrissey:

feigned hurt moved across his features, had reluctantly leaving her side to clasp to his own chest in a dramatic display. “oh I see how it is. girl doesn’t even wanna know my name, just my dick.” he shook his head before trailing his fingers down her arm. “I’m vp of this fuckin’ house, i have my own room thank you very much. but seeing as you’re still thinkin’ about john, you want me to drop you off with him instead? I think I can still hear him snoring like a veloceraptor who needs to clear his sinus’.”

“I’m guessing your name’s something like Rod or Dick. Y’know, since that’s all I can think of when I’m around you,” she teased the near stranger in a sickly sweet voice that dripped out of her mouth like honey, barely able to conceal the giggle on her lips. With his hand on her arm, she moved hers to his face, feeling a bit of stubble underneath her thumb. “Guys are so needy. You can’t even mention the man you were fucking an hour ago without them going all Swimfan on you,” she told him, lips forming a pout as she pulled her face inches away from his again, their bodies nearly pressing. “How are you gonna make me forget about him?”

[theshitneyspears]

Going over Tinder matches with my friends like:

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sydmorrissey:

“truly impressed that thomas the tank engine gets ya engines going, not many would admit to that.” he mused softly, waiting a moment after her lips parted his to truly cement the moment ruined. he looked back at her with a smirk tugging his lips from between his teeth, before his eyes finally left her lips and traveled upwards. “we gonna exchange pleasantries or you just wanna roll up the partition as so beyonce would say?” 

“God, what ever happened to chivalry? You know, holding the door open for a girl before you bang her senseless,” Celeste joked, biting her lip as she leaned away from him. “C’mon then, which one’s your room? If you and John are roommates I’m absolutely leaving.”

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charliexkeller:

“Never have I ever? Okay, gotcha…” she nod with a coy smile. She had played that game a few times back at school although she wasn’t too much fun to play with, her life wasn’t as interesting as her friends was. She never went to parties or did drugs… not even had sex. “Finally someting I know!”

“It’s throwback to middle school time. Maybe someone will stick gum in my hair later too,” she responded with a chuckle, white mini-skirt riding up her legs as she crossed them. “I have a feeling I’m going to lose. I’ve lived like a cowboy in the wild west these past few years. You go first.”

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peytonva:

peyton barely missed being pushed to the ground as two frat guys suddenly started fighting each other right in front of him. he groaned audibly and rolled his eyes as he moved to another area in the house, “i’m too god damn old to be here,” he stated to no one in particular, taking a small drink from the cup in his hand. if he was already here, he was at least going to enjoy the fact that he could drink and possibly forget any shenanigans that were to go on. 

In a childish gesture, Celeste always seemed to have a lollipop on her wherever she went, even at parties such as this one. She was momentarily taking a break from drinking to suck on a bright red one, the color staining her tongue and lips as she was suddenly shoved by the cascading crowd of male bodies. “Shit! I nearly swallowed this thing. It could have gotten caught in my throat like that spoon in Squidward’s,” she commented to Peyton, laughing and brushing her hair off her shoulder as she composed herself. “You don’t look like you’re about to croak at any second. Kick back! Relax! Have yourself a drink Father Time.”

[scviorcomplex]

“I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.”

— Rudy Francisco  (via gulfinspo)

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@celestialcole: does james franco fuck in 127 hours? what does he do to the crevasse?

[saddeus]

The most horrifying moment in high school was when the boy I liked asked me if I was seeing anyone and I said, “no, why?” And he said, “Idk I just really think it would help if u saw like a therapist or something like that”

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justlvcky:

“What are we, twelve?” Lucky scoffed, turning his head away from her and towards the throng of people assembled on the other side of the room. The place buzzed with noise, and though he couldn’t see what had caused them to assemble he was fairly sure it was not something worth his time. Most likely just a couple of frat kids doing a keg stand or something equally cliche. “Fuck it.” He shrugged after a moment, his face relaxing as he raised the half empty bottle of vodka he’d been nursing all night to his lips and taking a long slug. “It’s gotta be more interesting than that. You’re starting.”

“I’m five actually, thanks. For the seven consecutive years added onto my life. A toast to aging quicker than Benjamin Button on his first birthday,” she said, raising her nearly empty wine bottle and kicking her boots against the countertop childishly. “Whoa. An order. Mr. Grey will see you know...” she joked to herself, wine stained lips curling into a smile. “Never have I ever given a foot job. Or whatever. I really hope you don’t drink to that.”

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sydmorrissey:

“ye of so much faith.” he mused, his eyes scanning her features before landing on her lips. he pushed his body against hers, his free hand sliding up around her waist coming to rest on the small of her back, pulling her into him slightly. he smirked down at her, his lips close to her own. “Is it weird that I have partition stuck in my head right now?” 

The girl shivered slightly as he pulled her closer, the anticipation of it almost better than the moment that she knew was coming when they would meet finally and kiss. “Totally weird. Because I have the Thomas the Train Engine Theme Song stuck in mine,” she joked, nearly ruining the moment before she cut both of them off and finally kissed him.

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oliv-c:

with everything that was in olive’s body, she was just in a calm state, resting her head against one of the cabinets. “deal, maybe i’ll actually win this time,” she replied before filling her cup up with more tequila. taking a quick swig, the girl then set down the cup and help up her ten fingers, “you go first.”

“Awesome!” Celeste declared, slinging an arm around the girl and pulling her closer drunkenly, taking another swig from her wine bottle as she did so. “Fine, fine. I’ll go first. Never have I ever... had sex in the Sigma bathroom.”