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• you say you're sorry • but it's too late now• to save it, get gone, shut up • too late now • 'cause if you think I care about you now • well, boy, I don't give a f u c k •

[dre-ashbo]

kelsmartin‌:

Kels sipped from her bottle of hard lemonade, her head leaning against Audrey’s knees as they reclined. She couldn’t relate to her friend’s story, not really– her childhood had been ripe with experiences and her parents trusted her, always counting on her to return not at their beck and call, but rather because she wanted to. “I left Friday afternoon, took the train in. Bartschland Follies was Friday, then brunch at House of Yes, a few errands to finish off Saturday before I met up with some people at a friend’s new gallery and I came back here bright and early.” Kels lifted her bottle, “Also got some new earrings.” Her head tilted to show them off as she grinned.

lips curled around the bottle as she took a long sip. it wasn’t really her fathers faults. maybe they would have been more open to audrey living her life the way she wanted to if she didn’t have that goddamned genetic gift as she referred to it. it caused them to worry at every little thing. in a way, it made the girl feel appreciated. like she mattered. fingers lightly ran through kels’ hair as they just took in the night. “oh god that makes me feel tired just hearing you list it to me. how do you do that? are you some sort of a sexy robot here to take over the world by just being a million times more efficient than us mere humans could be? is that it?” cherry lips curled into a smile. kels was someone who audrey could just be with for hours and it never got boring. if there was ever someone who made her believe in having a soulmate, it was this girl. “I fucking love those! why do you pull everything off? is that part of your robot abilities as well? like, damn girl.”

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“I honestly don’t understand parents sometimes.” the girl admitted as she unscrewed the cap off a beer bottle. it was nice of her fathers to surprise her this weekend with a trip home and some family time, but she felt it was half out of worry. must have seen a damn doctors bill. “they say you want to go and experience things but then they almost have a mental fucking breakdown when you’re not at home. empty nest syndrome and all that shit.” her lips twisted into a smile. “anyway, I’ve been talking long enough. so what’s going on? what drama did I miss this weekend? what is the 411 hombre?”

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📱 open

lana: ok so say i hypothetically hd a sex dream abt an orc and he kept calling me adele dazeem whenever his bottom incisors protruded

lana: wld that count as bestiality? or was it still a human bc it had john travolta's voice?

audrey: idk did you find it travolting ?

[alfrescotree]

Sue is perfect okay

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@rtopher

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Have you been an extra in movies?

no but ive been extra in Real Life

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rtopher‌:

“Who’s to say Michelin star food can’t come from a microwave? I think that’s very limiting. This could a blessing in disguise…noodles are such a diverse food. Way more exciting than eggs,” Toph reasoned, opening the cabinet to pull out whatever was left of the ramen stash and weigh his options. It was probably blasphemous - making microwave noodles in the palace that was Perkins, but he figured if he added peas or something it’d be fine. Peas were real food. 

“Chicken or beef?” He asked, turning back from the counter, pushing the sleeves of his jacket up to his elbows. 

nose crinkled at his words, her head shaking softly. “I think it’s one of the michelin rules. section 3a paragraph 5: thou shalt not serve food reheated by microwaves to be judged for a michelin star rating.” pink tongue popped out from between her lips. the countless shots from last night seemed to have caught up with the girl, a soft groan audibly showing how uncomfortable she was. “why did you let me drink so much last night? you’re fired as my conscious. should have gone with the cricket.” cheeks pudged out by her hands resting against them. “beef. I ain’t no chicken bitch.”

[dre-ashbo]

@iiiiiiiiitsvicky: @gunnerpaxton happy president's day! [video attached]

[video description; a pov of someone in black gloves opening and crawling through gunner's bedroom window. they pause by a mirror to wave, before walking towards the bed. they hold the phone further away, landscape view. it's viktor. he pulls down his hoodie and with one hand, scratches his head over gunner's. a few particles fall into gunner's hair. there is an abrupt noise and the video cuts off in a blur.]

@dre-ashbo: RT@iiiiiiiiitsvicky this video gave me scabies.

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rtopher‌:

@radopens​

“Okay, so I may have finished the eggs but I can offer you some good old fashioned microwave ramen?” Topher offered, closing the fridge and turning to face the other. He really should’ve checked before he went around offering to demonstrate his culinary prowess but - alas - it seemed idiocy was some kind of innate skill he couldn’t get rid of. 

black hair fell around her as audrey rested her chin on the cheap card folding table the school decided to call a dining table. an overly dramatic sigh caused the tresses to bounce off her forehead ever so slightly. “fiiiiiine” the whine purposely exaggerated. “but I was promised gourmet cooking. real michelin star shit here, topher. and now I just feel like a mom given a subpar report card from her child: not mad, just disappointed.”

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delilahdiazz‌:

“what?” delilah listening to the other’s story, trying to make sense of it all as it seemed to come out of nowhere, asking about the scar before letting her jaw fall open. “that’s absolutely unreal!” she stood to examine the scar she was talking about just through her brow, trying to hide her laughter. “well, i’m glad you’re alright! seriously. that could have turned into something terrible, not that getting cut by a piece of glass isn’t scary. i’m just glad you survived the tell the tale. people are psycho around here sometimes, i swear!”

audrey shook her head, showing that she was in as much disbelief as the other was. “I know! and these are film kids, so you know they’re going to be weird but holy hell. like, this idiot deserves some sort of award.” another long drag off her cigarette punctuated her sentence. “I mean, if I lost my eye, yeah sure it would suck but I’d also have a reason to wear an eye patch which would be pretty sweet. could be all mysterious with my eye patch and like a black cat with heterochromia or some shit like that.”

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“so,” the girl started, smoke wrapping around her and up into the night sky. “there I am. alleyway at three fucking a.m. and I’m just smoking with a few pals and bam!” audrey jumped up from the bench, holding her cigarette like a rapier at the person next to her. “this drunk motherfucker comes up to me, holding a bottle like this and says ‘put thee in a nunnery’“ her laughs barely contained. “this dickhole thinks he’s in macbeth or some shit. of course, I come to the realization I know this asshole. he’s my friend’s boytoy. so I come up to him like ‘okay chill out mate you’re skinnier than a twig’ and he’s drunkenly swings the bottle and smashes it into the wall!” her arms out in disbelief. “next thing I know, there’s warm blood running down my face. this completely idiotic bastard got a piece of glass lodged into my eyebrow. like how does that even happen?” a sigh of completion escaped her lips as she fell back on the bench. “and that’s the story of the stupidest reason I got a scar.”

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[brittany-murphy]

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black, paint splattered fabric draped across her curves as audrey leaned against the wall, eyes glancing down at her phone. the cool air of the night was a welcome change to the blistering heat inside the party. the girl even swore her cheeks would never get rid of the redness that peppered over them. fingers ran through her hair as she continued to scan her screen, trying hard to resist the urge to send some obscene text. though, a distraction soon came in the form of another person. “hey!” the raven haired girl barked out, still used to the loud interior and not the almost dead quiet of night. “can I bum a smoke off you? and a lighter? I came totally unprepared and you can make fun of me only if you can provide me with those two things.”

@radopens​

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