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Aaron: Hypothetically, if I were to have acquired two VIP packages to EDC would you be down for a road trip?
Elora: Only if you're paying for the liquor too.
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Aaron: Hypothetically, if I were to have acquired two VIP packages to EDC would you be down for a road trip?
Elora: Only if you're paying for the liquor too.
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&&. ❝ — – - mommy i… ❞ the red head whispered in a hushed tone. ❝ please be reasonable…i wasn’t aware people….i know…i…. ❞ she flinched back hearing the angered voice of her mother on the other end. ❝ i understand i’ve embarrassed you…i’m a disappointment…i have put shame on our family… ❞ she repeated back into her iphone, silent tears managed to slip down her flushed cheeks. ❝ i will handle myself better. ❞ she murmured to a dead line as her mother had ended the call already. inhaling deep she turned around gasping softly. seeing another occupy the same space as her instantly made her pull her walls up. ❝ eavesdropping is a crime you know. ❞ fingertips softly swiped under her eyes while a vibrant red handkerchief slipped from her purse as she wiped her nose. ❝ h…how much of that did you hear..? ❞
Elora exhaled a cloud of smoke, flicking the cigarette between her fingers to the ground and crushing it under the toe of her sneaker. She watched the embers die, much like her perspective of the blubbering girl before her. “I’ll take it to my priest,” she snickered at the girl’s remark. “We have a standing appointment on Tuesday.” Her nose crinkled in disgust as her gaze followed the hankie. All she could think about was her own mother’s voice, commenting on how unsanitary they were. And yet, eavesdropping was the crime at hand. “I heard enough to know your mom’s a class A bitch.” She pulled a flask from her purse, taking a sip before offering it to her. She needed it more than Elora. “So Ginger, how’d you get to be the family disappointment?”
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.
Elora took a swig from a flask, held daintily between her fingers. She had a bad experience at the last random party she attended and learned to supply her own alcohol, at least when she wasn’t familiar with the present company. Lifting her gaze to the birth of a drunken scuffle, she chuckled at his comment. “Join the club,” she murmured, tucking the flask in her purse. Leaned against the door’s frame, she gave him a quick look over. “Why are you here anyway?”
hey guys! i’m abigail and this is my sweet peach, elora. i’m 23, from nc, and disabled (feel free to ask me about it!). outside of rp, i also knit, crochet, sew/quilt, and somehow manage a pair of kittens and a grown man.
if you look here, you’ll find some base info about elora. sometime tomorrow i’ll post a scrappy bio about her. long story short, she’s got a bad attitude, her parents own a horse ranch, and she has a thing for tequila. come plot with me!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To love me is to love a haunted house; it’s fun to visit once a year but no one wants to live there, and when you say, “Tell me about the bad days,” it sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell.