I’ve never met someone that can make an entire sob story about cherries. Bravo.
It's one of the only talents I have, I like to make use of it.
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@ewvioletmackintosh
I’ve never met someone that can make an entire sob story about cherries. Bravo.
It's one of the only talents I have, I like to make use of it.
I need some form of exercise other than just dieting man.
Ohgod Violet. I am somewhat curious to ask how and what really happened but I’ll go against that.
You shouldn't be dieting anyway, you're so tiny! The longest diet I had lasted four hours and then I remembered food that doesn't taste like farms exists.
...It was traumatizing. I thought I was gonna die.
Well I mean, the occasional running outside for the mail or something, and all that. That’s all I had.
Oh and by the way, I’m gonna need some help I think the couch is going to swallow me I took over the living room.
Running. Are you ok?
It's okay, I've taken over the bathroom and kitchen. I'd be gentle when handling the shower, though. I tried to adjust it yesterday and the whole thing just fell off the wall and I thought I had a concussion, to be honest.
See I had all these plans, and now that I’ve discovered a new show on Netflix, my plans went out the window.
And following right behind it, there went my social life.
I'm definitely feeling this on every level possible, but I'm not sure if I ever did have a social life, to be honest.
Girls Night In-Out // Violet & Marty
Violet liked Marty. She couldn't really remember how she'd started talking to the girl or even met her, but she was glad she did considering the two had become considerably close. So close in fact, that Marty was apparently going to be the first friend Violet had round to much-talked about new house of hers. She still didn't get why people had found it such a big deal. When she and Ryanne originally planned it, Violet hadn't even thought about what other people would make of it. In fact, she just expected it to slip under the radar and it would pass as something not even worth taking the time to acknowledge. But, people still continued to talk and other than the one lighthearted tweet about it, Violet honestly didn't have the energy to do anything or try to argue her case.
That was becoming a familiar pattern in her life. She rarely had the energy to do anything that required her sticking up for herself or having a serious conversation, it wasn't as if many people listened anyway, it was more of a: "haha yeah, Vi" before either changing to the subject to something that centered around themselves or just closed the conversation completely. Maybe that's why Violet liked Marty so much. One of the last conversations they'd had, Marty had told Violet something she hadn't really spoken to anybody about. She trusted her, and not wanting to break that trust, Violet hadn't and didn't plan on telling anybody about Marty's crush...if you could call it that...ever. Or, at least not until Marty told everybody herself.
Violets new living room was extremely open plan compared to the one back in her old house. You kind of had the kitchen at one side along with the dining room and then the living room, which still somehow remained cosy, on the other. In between the two of them was a vast space of marbled floor which could've looked out of place if the ceiling-to-wall windows hadn't been letting the light in and giving a head-on view of the huge pool situated at the back of the house. It was pretty spectacular. Maybe too spectacular for somebody like Vi, but she wasn't about to complain when there were people out there without a roof over their heads.
Despite opting to have a 'Girls Night In', Violet had still made the effort to look half presentable going for her jeans rather than pyjama shorts which she literally wore ninety percent of the time and a tank top which was nothing impressive. It was just black and judging by the way the hem of it kept rising whenever Violet did something that involved lifting her arms, she guessed it was Ryanne's - who was much shorter - and somehow it'd ended up in her closet. She was just about to finish fishing out whatever looked remotely appetizing and sleepover-ish from her kitchen when the ring of the doorbell echoed through the house. Of course, when she answered it was Marty. "Hey!" Violet grinned, greeting the girl with a hug before stepping aside and letting her in, "Congrats on being my first and only visitor in a week," she joked, leading the way back to the living room area.
You’ll probably end up in a hospital… Imagine the titles in tomorrow’s magazines… “Pop star in a hospital - too much to drink?”
But now that you've said that I feel ill! People are going to think I've lost it.
Well, you did hug like a thousand fans… Maybe one of them drugged you or something.
Don't say that!
Good, ‘cause I don’t have any.
Carrots are pretty cool.
You don't have any food? But do you not get hungry?
You probably didn’t even buy cherries by the sound of that… You sure it was a grocery store? Or even something that sells food? And no, Violet, I don’t like cherries. They’re gross.
Marty, what do you take me for?! I know where to buy cherries from without getting confused.
Yikes, where did you buy them? Cherries never taste that good, though. So maybe you just, I don’t know, came to your senses, understood what’s good and what’s not and so on…
I can't remember! A random shop on the Boulevard that I definitely won't be visiting again. Marty, are you telling me that you don't like cherries?!
I have raspberries. Do you want raspberries? Or kiwis? I only have one though, so we’d have to share. Or we could split a pizza with pineapple because pineapple’s a fruit.
Pizza without pineapple on it makes me want to blow up pizza factories, but aw thanks Rex. It's okay, I don't wanna eat all of your food. What's your favourite fruit, though?
Today has been awful. I went shopping specifically to get cherries, battled paparazzi, basically did a meet and greet in the parking lot - not that I minded that part - and now that I've got them they taste like crap. If I wasn't so mad at whoever the cherry farmer was, I'd be crying.
By Google definition, it means arrogant, but that’s not the way my grandma says it which means Google’s wrong for once.
Your grandma is now my favourite idol next to Barack Obama for proving Google wrong, I thought that was like impossible...
Planes are foreign to you, then?
Oh yeah. I forgot about those. Same thing, really.
I’m joking, your face is still absolutely fine. I want to know why you still bothered with swings after ten, though. When did you discover the internet?
Swings are the closest things we have to flying, you can't just abandon them.
Hell if I know. It just doesn’t.
What does uppity mean anyway? Maybe there's a cure for it...
I saw that. It was cute. What happened, Violet?
That's rude. I don't know what happened. Maybe it was all the swings I fell off from the age of three to fifteen, it does things to you.