Aubrey.

Lost in my bed And I'm lost in my head And I'm lost in my bedroom again

[fkaubrey]

im so upset this was the best rp ever i jSUut huidsfhsd

[hyfrkieran]

  Shut up.

[fkaubrey]

Make me.

[fkaubrey]

text || everyone

Dillon: sorry I don't know many people here yet

aubrey: then put my number in your damn phone and bring me some food

[fkaubrey]

text || everyone

rose: chocolate and wine sound good?....wow it does. I want some now...

aubrey: yes! see? im full of good ideas. now bring it to my place so i dont have to get up from my couch

[fkaubrey]

text || everyone

Dillon: um who is this?

aubrey: ...aubrey..

[fkaubrey]

text || everyone

rose: depends, what kiiind of food?

aubrey: anything unhealthy and also wine would be nice

[fkaubrey]

text || everyone

avery: why would i do that?

aubrey: bc i want food??

[fkaubrey]

text || everyone

aubrey: if anyone could bring me food that would be much appreciated k

[hyfrkieran]

  I found one in the kitchen and it’s kind of not too bad.

[fkaubrey]

I'm actually judging you so hard right now.

[ftlucyweasley-deactivated201612]

  You’ll get your damn feelings hurt, princess.

[fkaubrey]

Can't hurt what I don't have, babe.

And if one more fucking person calls me 'princess'.

[ftlucyweasley-deactivated201612]

  I fuckin’ say, Aubrey. Back off.

[fkaubrey]

And what if I don't feel like it?

[ftlucyweasley-deactivated201612]

  Now’s not the time to piss me off, Aubrey.

[fkaubrey]

Who says?

[ftlucyweasley-deactivated201612]

I actually don’t care. Thanks for sharing though.

[fkaubrey]

Now's not the time to be an asshole, asshole.

[hyfrkieran]

Is it really girly of me to read John Green books? No, wait, I swear I’m manly, though. 

[fkaubrey]

I don't even read John Green books, and that's coming from a girl, so yes, yes it is.

[inkonapagepoetry]

She shouted it from mountaintops. She felt it in her every breath. She altered her walk so that every footstep screamed “him”. He echoed it back to her from the ground. He traced it into his skin. His thoughts raced just to think of “her”. She marked up her body with countless versions of “I love you”. He said it to her until it seemed to lose meaning. This was their love. He knew what temporariness meant. His echoes signified nothing. His skin soon washed away any part of her. He was gone. She loved undyingly. She continued to shout until her voice gave out. Her walk forever stayed the way it was. All she wanted was him back. This was their love.

(via inkonapagepoetry)

[fkaubrey]

stop

being

inactive

u

poops

[estellebotticello-blog]

  It’s great to know that we are on the same page here. Vodka and Scotch are my best friends, I won’t lie to you.

[fkaubrey]

I could say the same about me.