「 ✩ * º ╳ YANKEE. 」

❝ i'm gonna get on my knees, would you kick me in the face please? it'll make whatever I say sound like poetry. ❞

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morganbright:

“good morning to you, too,” her words are mumbled, but her tone makes it clear she’s rather un-bothered by the lack of greeting before asking a favour; as a fellow smoker, and fellow resident grump-arse, she really can’t complain. however, morgan’s never been the classiest of ladies, and reaches into her bra to  fetch her lighter, handing it over without another word said. 

tourists toss posing smiles to these two ne'er-do-wells, with their spiffy summer clothes and expensive designer flip-flops. instead of glancing down at her, he looks forward at them, wondering about the last time he washed these jeans he’s wearing. he snags the lighter from her fingers, cigarette bouncing between his lips as he says, ‘ damn. didn’t know you needed a traditional greeting’n shit. . .  how you doin’ today, sunshine ? ’ 

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        aaaayyyooooo ... ya gurl is tired. pls reply to my starters so i can do things there tmrrw.

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             ‘   look,   no offense but i am not a fucking shrink ---  ’

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so, this is what the brits call summer. seventy damn degrees with wind, and there’s homies in cargo shorts and honeys in itty-bitty shorts. if he’s honest, he can’t truly complain about the latter. 

he tugs a camel from his pack and tucks it between his lips. long digits slip into his back pocket to find it empty and wet. he lets out a quiet curse. no lighter, no life. he flags down the next passerby with a slick grin.             ‘   hey-- gotta light ? ’ 

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hello, all ! i’m ellie, i’m 19, and my timezone is est. message me with your names pls, i want to talk to like EVERYONE. this is my bab jeremiah koenig, but you can call him ‘jem’. there’s more about him under the cut. 

jem was born in the states, but he was raised all over the world, he’s a damn army brat.

he is more introverted than extroverted. he’s a sarcastic, foul-mouthed sonofagun. he’s slow to open up to others, but when he truly trusts someone he’d take a bullet for them. 

his prized possession is his flash portfolio. jem is like a human trash shoot, he’ll literally eat ANYTHING. he’s a boxer and sketches cover 100% of paper that he has on his person. he has too many tattooes to count.

he hasn’t stayed in one place long enough to have any truly serious relationships with anyone, but he would like to believe there’s a “fine ass honey” out there waiting for him. 

he likes to crack open a few cold ones at the pub with his friends or coworkers. he digs blondes and live music. he smokes menthols. he’s passionate about his art. he is a sucker for 80s love ballads. george michael is his fav artist. 

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