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(-- ☼ i still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.

[danidaniece]

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[colewelsh-blog1]

–a dry mocking chuckle formed in his throat and pushed past his lips. “long enough.” his tone dismissive his lips contorted in a smirk. the red tint that dyed her cheeks and the stammer in her voice presented as an invitation to enter her room that he took. he flustered her. it gave him a feeling of power over her he liked. he pushed himself from the door frame, strolling into the pretty girls room. there was a an empty space on the bed that he took. he observed her his past month in her presence. she’s sweet. nervous. anxious. smart but a pushover. “”what are you doing princess? trying on the clothes mommy and daddy bought you?” 

[dixiexmanning-blog]

dixie’s eyes followed cole as he nonchalantly walked into her room and sat down on her bed like he was invited in to do so. she felt like she wanted to say something. like words were forming in her head, voice begging to push from her chest to her throat to her lips, but she stayed silent. dixie wasn’t one to brew up trouble, and confrontations were her least favorite thing in the world. “no...” one way to gnaw on dixie’s nerves was judge her by the money her family had or her family in general. when she went to school in america she was exposed to a whole new world. people who didn’t have good families or families at all. let alone were rich. she felt guilty having something they didn’t. “i made all of this. i want to be a designer so i make a lot of my clothes.” 

[goldscoyne]

[museinspo]

museinspo’s aesthetic series  — the fashion designer

fashion is now and tomorrow. who cares about the past?

[thanasikokkinakis]

[ayyariana]

[colewelsh-blog1]

–a month. a month since cole was ordered to live with the richies–mannings. was it as bad as he made it out to be ? no. he had a bed to sleep in every night which was already an upgrade from ninety percent of his time on earth. the family was decent. nicer than he excepted. the daughter–dixie, a forbidden garden he wanted to explore. with the meat head older brother gone off to play whatever sport he played cole felt safer to get closer to her. with her door wide open and her body half undressed he leaned against the frame in plain sight. enjoying the view waiting for her to say something–or not. 

[dixiexmanning-blog]

in her room, dixie had her own personal fashion show. her newest creations spread out on the bed and her mirror doubled as a camera; telling her which pieces were good to wear, which still needed adjustments, and which should be torn to shreds and made into something else. happy with how one piece looked, she moved on to the next. tugging the dress over her head and placing it gently back in it’s place. a white skirt was next. she stepped into the skirt then stepped in front of the mirror. a smile of satisfaction spread across her lips. she began to twirl around in the skirt to see it flare before being stopped in her tracks. the boy her family had taken in stood right in her door way, staring at her with no shame. dixie’s cheeks turned bright red faster than she could grab a shirt to cover herself up with. “How-how long have you been standing there?” she nervously stammered out. 

[zoerivas]

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[goodishmusic]

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be alright — ariana grande

[dixiexmanning-blog]

Text → Sunshine ✰

Brock: who stold you fi was drnku llo

Brock: haow dio i know yo'ure gnot lyding??

Brock: kiss mae aif you mean it

Dixie: your typing gave it away

Dixie: do you really think i would lie about having feelings for you?

Dixie: can we talk about this when you're sober?

[kieraknightley]

[cristine-victoria]

[drcaming]

Instead of speaking, Claire simply pressed her lips together and nodded surely.  She wasn’t sure how long she could hold up this charade.  On a regular day, with anyone else perhaps, but the last name she was expecting to be brought up was Brock’s.  Dixie had seemed so nice, so approachable and of course a girl so nice; someone Claire would almost be comfortable with befriending, would be close with Brock.  Her throat tightened when Dixie insisted that he was a sweetheart.  She knew exactly what that meant.  It meant he had already gotten to her.  Not that Claire was planning on warning her in any way. Her stomach turned when she plastered this smile on her lips this time. “ Well, if I happen to be free, I guess, ”  the words were almost strained on the way out and she cleared her throat. “ when you two are together, I’ll tag along… ” She let out an uneasy laugh and shrugged at her following comment. “ Yeah, well… I’m basically a hermit. — Great, that works then! ”

[dixiexmanning-blog]

Dixie smiled. “Did I finally convince you that he’s not a monster or are you just sick of hearing me speak?” A small chuckle escaping her lips. “You don’t have to answer that, by the way.” She added, Claire obviously wasn’t the most social person in the world, she didn’t want to confuse or intimidate her with sarcasm she may not have read as such. If she actually did, Dixie would probably regret inviting the other girl to tag along with herself and Brock. Seeing him talk to other girls caused a sort of tightness in her chest that she couldn’t explain. Maybe it was because she knew what he wanted from them and she convinced herself he’d never look at her as more than a friend. “Good. I’m happy I could get you out of hiding a bit.”

[dixiexmanning-blog]

Text → Sunshine ✰

Brock: i'm in loev with xtoo many pelpeo and it's killing em

Brock: oine otf xthem is dieix ebut how do i tell her that

Dixie: brock...

Dixie: you're texting me it's dixie

Dixie: i know you're just drunk but fuck it i have feelings for you

Dixie: so if this is some pissed joke please stop

[joeydeangelis]