the beautiful and damned.

the fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame. genevieve chriselda perry xiv coffee addict, argument enthusiast, extreme couponer, and wine collector.

[wtf-carmen-blog]

      “I know” Carmen stood outside their door at three in the morning. “I know it’s late, and I really didn’t want to bother you, but I didn’t know what else I could do, I don’t have anywhere else to go”

[ginnyperry]

Luckily she was already awake. Coffee and John Mayer playing in the background kept her energized enough to plan the city dinner. Sleep wasn’t a friend. Sleep was an obstacle. Of course she wasn’t expecting company - someone as busy as Genevieve doesn’t have many friends. Anyone she considered an acquaintance were mainly due to work. But when she heard a knock at her door on a Saturday night some drama must have happened. And who else would anyone turn too except the most level headed person in Wateford. Clad in sweatpants and her high school sweatshirt, she answered the door, head leaning against the frame. “Come inside,” she invited, emitting a sigh. “I can make another pot of coffee. Even some pasta.”

[wtafgrace]

Matt felt really bad for the mess he had created for the girl. He picked up her planner and her phone, holding them in the hand where Watson wasn’t trying to get loose to dig through her bag for whatever she had packed – probably for lunch. “I’m so, so sorry. I honestly didn’t think he’d ever do this.” He said and handed her things back. He was happy she wasn’t hurt at least. “Sit, Watson! Jesus.” He told the dog in a firm voice and fastened the lead on him again. “If there’s anything I can do to make up for it, please let me know? I could get you another coffee or tell your boss about my crazy dog and convincing them it’s not your fault, or… yeah… whatever it takes, really.” He said with a small smile towards her.

[ginnyperry]

“No!” she shouted, hand up in his face as he continued to insist to make up for this commotion. “Just leave it. I’m already running late as it is and-and that’s my favorite planner.” And she could see that he was trying, he really was. But too caught up in how upsetting this predicament was, she didn’t care for his sincerity. “I just... I don’t know what to do now.” Ginny took a deep breath. Compose and forget. Compose and forget. But her jaw tightened and she shut her eyes. Don’t cry. “Look, just... buy me another coffee. I don’t think I could survive the next few hours without caffeine. Deal?”

[byemallory-deactivated20161016]

alexander glanced over at the women close to him who had seemed to have the same idea as him. only she planned to actually go through with doing work while here. “ oh don’t get me wrong, i do love my job. “ he said, before holding the drink in his hand up. “ i also love my alcohol though, and it’s frowned upon to come to class still drunk as a skunk so i thought i may as well take advantage of the fact i didn’t have any work tomorrow. “ he said smiling slightly, before taking another drink. “ it wouldn’t be fair to my students if i decided to grade while inebriated. “ he stated. 

[ginnyperry]

genevieve was never a drinker, even though the rows of wine in her pantry told another story. the collection of alcohol held another sentiment. being around drunk people disgusted her to say the least but she grew a slight tolerance for them thanks to her childhood. “well, i guess your students should thank you for being such a fantastic role model. we all wish we could be just like you.” she continued to jot down notes into her planner, but curiosity kept her mouth running. “do you think you’re going to run into one of your students ‘drunk as a skunk’ as you call it? since basically the whole town is here. did you think that through?”

[byemallory-deactivated20161016]

“ i had plans to do some work while down here but, this drink just makes grading seem more and more unappealing. “ alexander muttered, carefully shoving the papers he’d brought with him to the bash into his bag before taking a swig of his drink. “ forget the papers, i’m going to enjoy my weekend. work be damned! “

[ginnyperry]

her grandmother should really not be out here. in the open. when she was sick. but here she sat at the wooden bench while he grandmother lounged in the beach chair. claire’s work is never finished, being the mayor’s personal assistant was a 24/7 job that never gave her a break so it was a typical manner for her to bring along her work. she saw that no one else had brought their work along - or so she thought. at the corner of her eye she noticed that another man had the same idea. at least until a drink was put in his hand and there she was alone again. “that just shows how much you love your job,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at the unprofessionalism.

[ginnyperry]

other little things (x), (x)

[averyhq-blog]

“stop. seriously, you’re delusional if you think i’m actually going to help you out with that.” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

[ginnyperry]

her grandma saw the dresser at a garage sale and wanted it for her bedroom. it was only a buck three and when the sweet woman had done everything for her, especially provided genevieve a place to stay, she couldn’t deny her. using every muscle she had, she pulled and pulled the large piece of wooden furniture along the sidewalk. when she heard a voice, she paused her actions and snapped her head to the snarky comment. “you’re delusional if you think i actually want your help at all. i can do this myself.”

[wtafgrace]

“I am so sorry.” Matt panted, hauling his massive St. Bernard off the other person. “He’s not usually like this. He is really lazy.” Mat promised and bit down on his lip. He reached out a hand to help the person up. “Did he hurt you? He means well, he’s just… really big.” he added with a sheepish smile.

[ginnyperry]

Perhaps it was her fault for being so consumed in her activities. And by activities it was really multiplanning, trying to accomplish several different tasks at once. Nose in her phone, planner in her hand and coffee wedged between her forearm and her chest. Not even when she heard the sound of a dangling dog collar coming her way did she look up. But it was too late. The St. Bernard came rushing to her, probably smelled the sandwich she packed for lunch today, and pushed up against her thighs. “Shit!” she cursed, coffee flying, planner soaring and her phone crashing to the ground. Ginny, wide-eyed in disbelief, stared at the mess on the concrete. “You’ve got to be joking.” Who she assumed was the owner followed suit and she narrowed her eyes in an icy glare and tight jaw. “No, he didn’t hurt me but he may as well have gotten me fired!”

[ginnyperry]

[ginnyperry]

GENEVIEVE CHRISELDA PERRY - MOODBOARD

"perfectionism is self-abuse of the highest order."    

[beebeesrps]

sunalwaysshining:

I love planners, highlighters, giant calendars, nice ball point pens, to do lists, & anything else that gives me the illusion that I’m getting my life together

[maurawrites]

Leighton Meester in ‘Life Partners’

[wnq-writers]

I’m not a workaholic. I’m just trying to fill the spaces you left.

aleehaaaa (via wnq-writers)

[ginnyperry]

ginnycperry: 75% off of all calendars and planners at Paper Source? Real life or a dream?

[cletus-weylin-deactivated201812]

He smiles, slow and certain, the lines of the expression underused in his face, unmistakably unrehearsed after all of the fake polite faces he puts on for airs—this one, like few before it, is seamless and lasts. “ I’ll hold them down if you want to take a shot, ” he offers teasingly, in some way an admittance of her unquestioned competence. He shakes his head, possibly trying to discourage his smile from sticking. “ Jason, his name is Jason. ” Maybe she doesn’t need to know, but there is a chance that he hopes by sharing, that it will mean it is in some way destined.

[ginnyperry]

“Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars... Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that,” she quoted softly, slowly looking down as if afraid he’s make a rude comment. But she reminded herself that thus far he had yet to say anything of the sort. If anything, this was one of the only comfortable conversations she‘d had all week. Aside from the slight flirting, of course, but at least he took the hint. “Jason,” she repeated, smile still standing. “Let Jason know there’s a healthier alternative to pizza pops and that it’s still tasty. And that I’m open to giving him the recipe.”

[ginnyperry]

cletus-weylin:

“ Is that surprising? ” He questions at first, still nearly entirely focused on her despite organizing his groceries on the conveyor, but the hastiness of a stranger has him frowning without any reluctance towards confrontation. “ Hey, ” he addresses them loosely, knowing they’re unlikely to commit to facing him though they naturally glance back at the word, “ Watch it—no one’s on fire here, ” exasperated but only thinly, he acts with ease as if they’ve been performing at optimum speed the whole time. Looking back to Genevieve, he shrugs as if to commiserate, or in lieu of an apology.

The rude gesture didn’t bother Ginny at all, mainly because she was being rude herself - taking up so much time in the checkout line, but the way Cletus called them out made her believe that the interrupting party was overreacting after all. Still. “I can stand up for myself,” she informed him with a raised brow, but still a smile of appreciation. “I didn’t even realize that we had been talking for that amount of time. Sorry to keep you from your son. Your teenage son that eats... pizza pops.” She laughed with the corners of her eyes crinkling, showing the sound was genuine.

[ginnyperry]

cletus-weylin:

“ Grace McConnel? ” He repeats, searching his memory but feigning recognition already, “ Oh, of course, I know Grace, ” a smile, glad she at least didn’t seem to be too offended to keep up the conversation. Carefully, he begins loading groceries onto the empty space behind the divider he places between her wine and his Gatorade. “ I’m flattered, but she’s a terrific girl—I don’t think anyone could stand in her way. How did you two meet? If I might ask. ”

“Grace and I... we’re somehow very similar. Not in every way, but, in the little ways.” She sighed, trying to skip around the question and it wasn’t until someone bumped into her to get ahead that she realized due to the conversation they were sharing they had kept up the line.

[gorskiwll]

[mrpheus]

[ginnyperry]

MBTI AESTHETIC: ESTJ (16/16)

ESTJs are conventional, factual, and grounded in reality. They honor traditions and laws and have a clear set of standards and beliefs. ESTJs are natural leaders and have a clear vision of the way things should be. They expect others to follow their lead and may have a reputation for being stubborn and inflexible. The main challenge for ESTJs is to recognize that not everyone follows the same path or contributes in the same way. Its not surprising that ESTJs make up many of the US nation’s presidents and lawyers.