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“Well, I’m not gonna complain.“

“And you shouldn’t, my friend. Look at these legs! These legs were made for the this style. I would be shaming my body if I didn’t use it to my best abilities!”

#{ chat }#c:carter

I mean… it does look like you got attacked by something.

But in a good way? Because my aesthetic is mainly composed of constantly looking like I’ve had a good 17 hours rolling around in the sack. Wink, wink.

#my tumblr updated #and I'm mad #{ chat }#c:jason

bensonews

#HOLY SHIT #PIPER AESTHETIC #{ and he told me I was holy }

“Can you believe I got told off for my clothes? I mean, what is this? 1936? Ridiculous.”

#affluenzastarter #doing my other replies now

itsashbenzo

“Everything I do is unfabulous. I’m the most normal person. I love walking everywhere and going to hole-in-the-wall places, like nail shops, because they do the best job. And I go to vintage stores rather than high-end boutiques, because I like to dress different from other people.”

#{ and he told me I was holy }#the queue was paper but the memories were not

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#{ and he told me I was holy }

blossomfully

I,” she says, “am always stuck. I am always stuck between giving people everything because I am dying to create meaningful relationships, and giving them nothing at all because then if they leave, at least I’ll be left whole.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #138 (via blossomfully)

#{ sing o'muse }#the queue was paper but the memories were not

these-kinds-of-wounds

#{ and he told me I was holy }#wow what a pretty edit #!!!

There is a lot of things that I wanted to do at home that we didn’t actually have. But what did you have in mind?

Something... Fun! Something electrifying, something you can carry with you for the rest of your life and look back on and think–– “Yep, my life is never going to be as amazing as it was in that one moment with Piper.”

#no prob bby #{ chat }#c:logan

“You know mentioning school is about to start does the opposite of make me chill. Plus you don’t seem the type who needs company to have fun.“

“Strange. Most people would take advantage of this window of opportunity. You must be an outlier.” Piper shook her head, blonde locks flying everywhere. “I’m not, but I prefer company! What good is fun, if you’re the only one having it? Come on, Aaron, don’t you want to enter the school year feeling fine, fresh, fierce and on lock? ––Yes, I quoted Katy Perry, now get over it!”

#{ chat }#c:aaron

signorfalco-blog

Never before had Kaitlyn needed tutoring. She wasn’t supposed to need it. Girls like her were supposed to understand things and get good grades and appear to have a handle on school work as well as their personal life. But math, well, juggling AP calc on top of being, well, her, was not coming as easily as she’d hoped. So, she discreetly signed up for tutoring, and made her way into the tutoring hallway, stopping abruptly as someone who shouldn’t have seen her came into sight. “Oh… Hi there.” She said quietly, hoping they wouldn’t ask about her being somewhere a Blackbourne was rarely seen.

hellraisingstclair

Sometimes, when Piper was bored, a rare event that occurred not often enough to be of any worry, she let her feet do the walking––in the metaphorical sense, obviously. Clearing her mind, she wandered where the ground took her. This time, the ground took her to the tutoring center, where she leaned against the wall, the back of her head cool against the frigid glass that kept the picture inside it safe. Between her teeth, she held what looked like a red licorice twist. “Hey.” She glanced at Kaitlyn, knowing she shouldn’t be there, but at the same time, not really caring enough to make a big deal out of it. “Do you want one?” She gestured at the box of Redvines in her hand.

#c:kaitlyn #{ chat }

tellermorrow

You like that girl with the wild garden mind. She thew herself off a mountain and landed with flowers in her hair. She has a nomadic heart. She doesn’t care what’s going on if you say it’s going on. Because there’s something somewhere else that’s really going on and so she’s gone. You’d like to follow her for awhile. To show here where the end is and to ask if she’d like to hold hands. She’ll just smile, wave and leave you there. And she’s so beautiful. If she’d just sit still… But then you see your world’s too small to keep a girl who keeps nothing. Now if she’d just sit still… But she already knows you just put things on shelves in rows and in dark closets stacked with boxes. And there’s not enough room in your world for forests, caves and foxes. And you call it chaos in her eyes. It’s just the freedom you can’t handle. And her unconcern for what you keep near makes you see it’s just cowardice you hold dear. She’s the pet bird who flew out the window. What do you call a pet that just leaves? Guess she wasn’t a pet. And what you call desire feels like containment to her. And the two uncontaminated pennies of purity left in your heart cry out for her. But she just leaves you to curse your cheapness. You could have thrown the world away and had it all. And her threadbare abundance makes you starve in harvest season. And you’d like to hold her. But your embrace only seeks to conquer. And she twists away. You see you can’t conquer the wind. And she twists away. Sky eyed.

Henry Rollins (via tellermorrow)

#{ sing o'muse }#the queue was paper but the memories were not

“I’m controlled, not uptight, and I choose to have fun in a way that doesn’t make a fool of myself… or cause bodily harm. I want you to consider what you just said… extra dizzy, on a ferris wheel that you can fall out of. Carnivals are for children, I’m usually too being productive, unfortunately.

“Carnivals are for children? See, that right there is the saddest declaration I have ever heard. I don’t know which straight-laced stick in the mud taught you that, but it must be rewritten! Carnivals are the embodiment of fun. It’s like not enjoying ice cream, or board games, or... or... cartoons! Because they’re for children.... Haven’t you ever wanted to let loose a little?”

#c:edward #{ chat }

“I’ll happily fill the role. Speaking of… How are you?”

“Me? Oh, I’m fantabulous, as always. Who doesn’t love a good carnival? I’ve already been on the whirly ride like, five times now, and I feel great!”

#{ chat }#c:willa

love drunk || julianne&piper

{ juliannevonunwerth }

Slinking across walls is a wonderful past time. And it’s also one of the only ways Piper––her name sounds a lot like Paper and it makes her laugh––can stay upright. “Nope, nope, nope.” The bottle is empty and so are her hands after she thrusts it into the nearest trash can, normally so conscientious of organized recycling and now too undone to actually give anything similar to a even half a fuck. Piper stumbles, glances at the rigid walls of the Blackbourne house, and grins. Her half-drunk slurs from hours ago reminds her of her promise of seeing the stars up-close and though it’s a lovely sight from down below, the closer to the heavens, the closer she is to infinity and so she begins to climb, all brain cells now focusing on this one act. She’ll be damned if she doesn’t get up there.

#p:julianne #{ p: love drunk }

I try from time to time. I can’t say that carnies do it for me, but it’s been interesting seeing if I survive on the questionable rides and food. You?

“You don’t like carnies? What, you never wanted to run away and join the Circus? Personally? I’d make a really great bearded lady, if you ask me. Or a trapeze artist––that, I’d rock at.”

#c:jason #{ chat }

“Oh no. Are you quoting Queen? Not gonna sing. Nice try..“

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” Pouting, “Oh come on, fuddy duddy! Unwind, relax, School starts super, super soon and you need to chill out!”

#that gif tho....#why you gotta do this to me #{ chat }#c:aaron

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