“How about I go get laid, and you get me paid?”
“Sorry, I’m already working my own circuit of laying for pay.”
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“How about I go get laid, and you get me paid?”
“Sorry, I’m already working my own circuit of laying for pay.”
“Because I’m selling; and tonight, couples are either looking to spice up their love lives, or the heartbroken are looking to forget.”
“So really, it’s just a matter of figuring out which matters more to you: getting laid or getting paid.”
“Or, my pretty shoes and I could go to a club, get high, have a cogida rápida, and laugh at all the niños pequeños looking for amor en este mundo.”
“That is true and no one’s stopping you. So why’d you come here in the first place?”
“¿Usted ha visto estos zapatos? The only way you’d get me down on that beach, was if you drugged me, and carried me down there yourself.”
“Well, pardon me, princess, but you can always take your pretty shoes off.”
“Nope, sorry. I can’t be your valentine. A little girl already asked me and gave me a daisy. You’re too late.”
“Oh, wow, taking little girl’s flowers? That’s what you do these days? You bastard.”
❝ fine, ❞ the blonde gives in with a sigh, allowing her best friend jett to go get her a drink. he’s the reason why she came to this DUMB party, since he had mentioned telling her something special once they arrive there. and while waiting for him, this social butterfly is pressed against the wall, stiff & looking rather uncomfortable as she looks at other people having fun, plastering a small smile on her glossy lips at everyone who waves at her. and now she’s lowering her head, eyes set on the sand she’s weakly kicking with her chucks, since she doesn’t really want to be noticed or approached.
“Hey, don’t you look happy as a meal.” He approached the girl, giving her a small smile. “How’d the thing go?”
“But- It’s so much pressure. It needs to be special. Because I - Because it does.”
“Yeah, well, if you’re serious about the girl, it’s not only Valentines that should be special.”
“Damn. There goes all my pet names,” Alysa joked with a mock pout. “But don’t worry, I doubt there’ll be much talking.”
“How about just calling my by my first name? Unless you’ve already forgotten that?”
“I like the sound of that,” she chirped, raking fingertips through her waves of blonde hair. “I’ll go check and see if I can clock out early. You don’t have to be a gentleman all of a sudden and wait for me.”
“What are you talking about? I’m always a gentleman. Okay, you go do that. You know where to find me.”
“Really, Evan? A broody Brandy?” She rolled her eyes again. “Fine, I just feel so bothered about something that doesn’t even make sense up to the point that I think it’s entirely stupid to even think about it?”
“Then tell me what it is. I might be able to make sense of it.”
“I’m sick.”
“What’d you take? Pre-sickness food and how you tried to self-medicate, please.”
“That’s what I’ve been doing.” She said, rolling her eyes. “How’ve you been, anyway? I feel like we haven’t talked for like…ages or something.”
“I’m not going to enable this. If you’re going to look like a broody Brandy and not tell me what’s going on, I’m giving you zilch about how I’ve been.”
“You’re one of only two male friends I have. I needed a man’s opinion okay? So like I shouldn’t spend so much money? Or should I? Can I still be thoughtful and spend ridiculous amounts on her?”
“Oh, just calm down for a quick second, Blake, okay? You know the girl, right? You’re dating her? The fuck kind of stuff does she like? Like if you listen to her enough, you’d know what stuff she’d like and appreciate and maybe, just maybe, you could come up with something she’d definitely remember for a long time.”
“That and the possibility you might be absolute shit with advice. No offense.”
“Fuck, just keep on hurting me with your words, why don’t you? What makes you think I’d give shit advice? I get it, I did tell you to do some really fucked up thing once but that was different.”
❝ i’ve been freaking the fuck out lately — i think i might be pregnant? not sure, though. i’m too scared to buy a test. ❞
“How long has it been? I could come with you and buy a test, and make the whole experience less lonely?”