dreaming instead of sleeping

Musgrave in the winter.

milasayre

Because it is the place to be!

We can’t have you leaving, who else is going to be able to pull off your diva clothes changes that you do so effortlessly?

It's true, and in a time of recession who am I to leave the city. I love these stores. And it's because I love them I can't be selfish with them. I can't leave them, I wouldn't deserve the beach. I wish I didn't have to have the responsibility of being the fashion diva. But I do.

#c: fleur debois

What's happening, my people?

Well you’re usually wrong so I will go with the opposite of whatever you say, gorgeous. The correct answer is yes because I am everyone’s type. Especially yours. You’ll deny that and then you will understand why I have concluded your opinion is almost always wrong.

#c: landon beaumont #sexual tension

You know what, Landon, you're right. You are everyone's type, but then you open your mouth and my legs just close real tight. It's an impressive ability. Has your therapist applauded you for that yet?

What's happening, my people?

My shrink told me today that I am a sociopath with schizophrenic tendencies and a drug dependency. On a scale of 1 to 10, how badly does she want the d?

#Moss #para: Elliot Madden #here you go bitch I started

I'm going to go with not at all, but knowing some of the shrinks in this town I might be really wrong. You might be exactly what her fetish having nymphomania has been looking for.

#c: landon beaumont

Moss || An Act of Desperation

Her bottom lip quivered as she placed the last ornament on the tree, the red and green blinking lights casting shadows in the room. She could hear the faint echos of Christmas music resonating through the city, the life of the world outside so full bright and full of life. She was plagued by the emptiness that was her life now, the hole in her chest that was once filled with love was now aching with loneliness. Her mother: dead. Murdered. Her father, with his fetish for the young, once a loving father now terminally absent. Then there was Lucas, the one who had been her rock, now almost a figure of her imagination whose true talent was dodging her every call. Evie needed an escape from herself, from her life, from reality, and from the constant crushing fear that she could never be happy again.

Picking her phone off the counter, Evelyn scrolled through the names of people who were parts of her past. Each one either thought of her as the party girl or pity her as the Dead Mom Girl. She stopped, hesitating at the name: Douchebag Don't Answer. Elliot Madden, she thought her mind flashing back to the striking blue eyes and how they pierced her at Sloan's Birthday. Since their dance, he'd been haunting the back of her mind. The notorious bad boy, but she had this lurking need to know more. The mystery that surrounded him, the confident swagger, and the look in his eye at times that made it obvious that his rage was well deserved. It was as if he knew all the answers to the secrets that Evelyn was being locked out of. "No." She told herself with a stubborn fevor as if she was trying to convince herself of something other than simply deciding not to contact the Wonder Jaw.

Placing her phone down forcefully then storming to the bathroom her bare feet slapping the wood floors. Her hands gripping the vanity as she closely examined her flaws in her exceptionally well lit mirror, the deep purple bags under her eyes were evident, her restlessness finally taking its toll on her appearance. Dabbing on another layer of medium light concealer on her lids, she waited as her curling iron heated up. Evelyn realized she had unintentionally began getting ready for another night out. It was as if her body had begun preparing for something her mind had not comprehended yet, a night with Elliot.

Her hair now perfectly cascading in a ring of curls, Evelyn walked back into the dim and silent living room of her father's apartment. His eternal bachelor pad he had purchased immediately after the divorce years before. While Evie had come during the weekends, this was never suppose to be home. She stared at her phone again before picking it up, her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she attempted to reconsider. It wouldn't be too awful to stay home tonight, she thought biting her lower lip annoyed with her own lie. There was zero possibility that she was going to remain within these walls, sober and taunted by the Christmas tree that had no family to surround it. Snatching her phone back up she scrolled back to the name she had appropriately labeled him. If only she took her own advice. Be at Wolfsbaine. She wrote sending the text before she erased it, almost immediately regretting it, but what's done is done. Stuffing her phone into her dress, wedged on the side of her bra, Evie walked out of the suite without looking back. A deep sigh of utter nerves overcoming her as she started toward the club where she, embarrassed to admit, hoped to see him.

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Musgrave in the winter.

Missing Cotillion? A tragedy? I would hardly put it that way. Then again, I’m not the one being shown off like a pretty little trophy to all of society so maybe I’m a tad bit biased. Change that statement to girl’s with huge racks admiring my perfect physique and I’ll go right along with that. Hey, I can have my bags packed in five minutes. You’d be the one to slow us down with your need to probably pack ten outfits per day. Oh c’mon Evie you know playing nice is never any fun. Especially on an isolated island where there is so much mischief to get in to.

I would cheer you on at Cotillion. I'm sure you would look fabulously in a dress. Your pecs would fill out the cleavage more than some of the girls whose Wonderbra actually does magic for them. Hate to be the one to tell the secret but not all girls are quite as busty as they like you to believe. You men would fall for anything.

Without all my outfit changes how would I be prepared for the mischief? You'd be surprised what I'm capable of, I might give you a run for your money. We could scam the island for all it's worth, never need to work a day in our lives. Not that I technically need to anyways, but it'd be my own stolen money. I've always had a Bonnie and Clyde fantasy.

#c: jordan pierce

Musgrave in the winter.

Because Musgrave is so pretty during Christmas time. All the lights, the gifts and shopping. Although I can’t say a sunny beach doesn’t sound appealing.

It is my favorite time of year here, but all these people crowding my stores is severely impeding upon my shopping experience. Musgrave also has a certain pretty new blonde that the beach is lacking. As a world traveler, I'm sure it's nice to be in one place for the holidays. Celebrating with Beaumont lurking like a mosquito must not be the most entertaining, but if he's anything like his brother those boys know how to party.

#c: isla hamilton

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Musgrave in the winter.

Remind me again why I’m not going with you. Beach, bikinis, drinks? It’s starting to sound a lot more appealing the more I think about it…

#c: jordan pierce #mmm jordan is tan #he fits the bill

I think it's still a possibility. I mean, missing cotillion would be the tragedy of the century, but I won't realize that until we get back. I'll just be drunk sipping mojitos in some foreign land where the boys are tan and intrigued by my ginger hair. I love this city and all, but can we escape to paradise? I would be willing to take you along if you promise to play nice.

Musgrave in the winter.

Remind me again why I didn't choose to fly off to a beach?

#idk hi?#struggles?#starter #maybe

effeditallup

I did ask her out once though. Told me to come back when the bike I rode to school had an engine, not a chain.

#reblogging myself because Moss #Elliot Madden #Evelyn Ross #Moss #the things I do for Nadine #but only when she's sleeping because gross

Drank too much Monster.

Yes, I would, you are very good looking. I do respect the bro code but I fucking hate Lucas. Don’t ask why, I don’t have a reason yet. As for my sex life, I recently had an enlightening conversation with a new citizen of Musgrave. He was very wise, he said to me essentially that he’d have sex with anyone who was interested. I can’t help but feel the same. Why should I deny them the experience of me fucking them senseless? I’m not a monster, I am not here to make them give up on their hopes and dreams.

#c: landon beaumont #pretty faces

You can always hate him for that strange little indentation on his upper lip, it gets pretty distracting when you stare at it. Other than that, Landon, you might just be a bit jealous that there's another attractive blonde man running around challenging your ability to get the girls. You really are the humanitarian, next time I collect charitable donations I'll be sure to donate toward your fund. We can house all the citizens of Musgrave who are healing from being fucked senseless and allow them to move to new dreams since you've fulfilled their life goals. We could be quite the world saving team.

Drank too much Monster.

Insert some terrible pun about you drinking from my monster. Holler, Evelyn. You still tapping Olsen?

#c: landon beaumont #DEE FLIRTED WITH ME AND I IGNORED HER #but no longer

You would just jump at the opportunity if I said I wasn't. Unfortunately, for your abs which seem so extremely welcoming - yes ,I am, as you so crudely put it, tapping Olsen. Are you still boning every possible thing that moves, Landon? It must be such a full time job, I can't imagine how you ever get through the list.

Drank too much Monster.

milasayre

Spontaneous dance party!

#all my energy is not going toward my paper #asldfksroire #open

#leaving all gifs

Drank too much Monster.

Warm shower after a long day of holiday shopping.

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I realised my deep, burning desire for Harley and finally just had to give in. Who am I to deny the wants of my heart, after all? What good would come from denying this epic romance a chance to blossom into a beautiful flower?

No need to be offended because she and I are just going as friends. The Cotillion announcement specifically said that we should have male escorts. Naturally, I went and chose a female escort.

Well who am I to deny the blooming of a wonderfully sarcastic flower. It makes it really hard to figure out if you're being serious or not, so for sake of further confusion I'm just going to take everything at a half truth. Clearly it's more than you're letting me believe since you've actually gotten your dress and your shoes - both clear signs of legitimate excitement. I'm on to you, Welch. Keep living this secret life and I'm going to have to assume you've been possessed by some supernatural creature.

#c: lydia welch

This Debutante business is a lot more work then I first imagined.

It really does put a damper on the girly things in life, I guess I’ll just have to find a better balance. You’re dating Lucas, right? Tall blonde, all american looking? How long have you guys been together?