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we sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

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itssxerra‌:

🌹⎯⎯⎯  Sierra couldn’t help the chuckle escaping past her lips at the blonde’s rambling as she was perched up on the backrest of the bench, perfectly plucked eyebrow raising in mischief once the biscuit was closer to her reach and in a split second leaned down to take a small bite into her mouth. ❛ frankly, hun.. ❜ the brunette took a sharp inhale of smoke from her cigarette upon swallowing the bite of biscuit, ❛ the only think i’m certain of is that you sound high as hell, and it seems like some good stuff, too.❜  Her words were then soon marked with a gentle smile on her end, exhaling a grey cloud into the chilly air. 

“...i’m not on anything.” her brows came furrowing together in mild confusion, thought train de-railed not by offence, but by wonder of what existential discoveries she could achieve if she indulged as others her age ( other members of the squad, certainly ) did. it wasn’t a risk she particularly wanted to take, given the fragility of the human body and mind, but entertaining a flight of fancy to a slight degree wasn’t so harmful. colette pulled a whole bag of self-baked biscuits from her satchel and offered it to sierra so that she could have her own. “like, sierra means saw, so i don’t know what that means, but colette means ‘people of victory’ and it makes you wonder...”

[rodrickheffeley]

how are we going to [hozier lyrics + richard siken poetry + gay period pieces + period drama movies about yearning] our way out of this one ladies

[elenafisher]

Laurie looking at Jo in the theater. Requested by Anonymous

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@httpvaughn

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rowan: for god's sake any OTHER french dish would've been better than that thing.... even this 'oui' yogurt everyone's talking about

rowan: if only there were decent french restaurants in the area 😩😩

rowan: wait... your maman wanted you to go to aix-en-marseille?? why didn't you?

colette: not the 'oui' yogurt PLEASE i'm gonna sob...

colette: that's what we should do we should start a restaurant so people can eat decent french food :') imagine the glory

colette: i 'wanted to see the world' or whatever. also i was entranced by los angeles. like everyone else, apparently... i don't know why now. it's not my aesthetic at ALL i just had a mental moment

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catalinsc‌:

catalina: so you’re going, great catalina: why do you wanna look like that bitch, babe? you are way prettier

colette: cat i am going to cry

colette: that’s so sweet that i will even ignore that you called anna karenina a bitch

colette: ilysm wtf

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       SLIDING INTO THE CHAIR that neighbored the other she carefully set her latte down on the table before her. “ be honest with me, ” she began, a roughish grin spreading across glossed brims. “ if i go up there and completely embarrass myself will you still be my friend or are you going to shun me forever? ” she queried, a manicured brow raising in curiosity. “ i was thinking of doing a rendition of my heart will go on     is that too ballsy?? ” chords struck were comical, a simple jest. 

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“hell no,” colette matched robin’s roguish expression, a tell-tale fire ( ignited when she senses a challenge, or was giving one ) coming to rest in her eyes as she watched the girl for a moment, sipping at her cup of tea and placing her book open face-down upon the table. there was a moment of stillness as the blonde considered whether she wanted to say it, but settled on the fact that it was the genuine truth and that was the best she could do, wasn’t it ? “i’d join you. i’m not a coward.”

[tjsplace]

Willa was outside Smithies, having a cigarette. She had thought about going to the stage and perform a song, but last minute she decided against it. Not everyone had to know she could play and sing, right? Besides, she was still tired from all the work she had done that day on her laptop. Mixing a track was something she enjoyed, but she also enjoyed going out. Willa took a last drag from her cigarette and let it hit the floor, before she stomped on it with her combat boots. “Hey,” she smiled at the person who approached her, “are you gonna perform or something? Any new talents I haven’t seen yet?” she teased.

@lexstarters​

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“ maybe. i’ll sing something in french, if i do. some coeur de pirate ? ” colette hummed, figuring that was non-committal enough to save her if she decided to chicken out; she then allowed a slight smile onto her lips and a teasing tone to touch her words, ocean-hued eyes sparking with mirth as they followed the fallen cigarette. she thus decided not to get out one of her own — she really shouldn’t smoke so much, anyway. ( this consideration does not mean she’s going to stop. it’s a sticking habit. )  “ are you ? ”

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httpvaughn‌:

          vaughn pursed his lips in thought. his own cigarette, lit, dangled between his fingers. “ that’s an interesting thought, ” he said before kissing the cigarette filter. “ i mean, i think my name fits me. it’s a weird name, though. your’s fits you nicely … what exactly made you think of this, again ? ” 

colette finished her biscuit and reached for the lighter in her pocket with her now-empty hand, ocean hues misting over with further thought, though never looking away from vaughn as she went through the process.

 ❛ well i’m named after a famous colette, ❜ — not the chef from ratatouille, cruz —  ❛ it means ‘people of victory,’ so it makes it sound like i’m meant to do something awesome with my life like she did. or i have to overcome an immense challenge. ❜ she lit her cigarette and slipped the lighter back in her pockets; it won’t be good when she runs out of ‘proper’ cigarettes.  ❛ vaughn is welsh... it means ‘small.’ what do you think that means ? ❜

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catalina: you are coming tomorrow right? catalina: they are gonna have BOOKS in there did u know

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colette: if there are gonna be books,,, i am sold

colette: however if i work out what to wear and i do not in fact look like anna karenina, i am going to Cry

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[rowantm]

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imessage // colette

caroline: can i be part of ur french squad

caroline: with rowan

caroline: mon français est parfait

colette: as long as you never, EVER, mention that travesty from the group chat

colette: ro and i are TRAUMATISED

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rowan: ces américains 😭😭😭

rowan: call me crazy but i've never seen those so-called french hot dogs back home???

rowan: do they actually think we eat that disgusting piece of trash???? for pleasure???

colette: me neither... 'french.' god.

colette: we have way better food than whatever monstrosity THAT is. it's going to haunt my dreams, rowan. blue thought she was kidding when she said sleep paralysis hot dog but SERIOUSLY —

colette: it's times like this when i think 'why did i not go to aix-en-marseille like my maman suggested'

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colette: je pleure 😭

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jakef‌:

jake pressed his lips together and glanced down at the blonde as he pulled his deck of cigarettes from his pocket. the conversation went deep when he was least expecting it to. “i mean…” he mumbled with the cigarette between his lips. “ if we got them for a reason, i would sure want to know why the hell i was named jacob. maybe i would agree if i had a fancy name like yours.”

❛ but jacob means seizing by the heel, ❜ colette lit her own cigarette and turned her head back toward him, steel-blue eyes sparking with curiosity — light hum pushing past her lips, settling back more comfortably on the bench — through the light smoke-haze as she passed him the lighter, ❛ so maybe you should think about it like you’re destined to bring down achilles, or something. ❜

[ezvkiel]

☎️

NAME: ELIZABETH BENNET 🥖RINGTONE: HEDWIG’S THEMEPICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: zeke i can’t sleep thinking about the gender roles in emmaLAST TEXT SENT: read 2:37

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SEND ☎ TO SEE YOURSELF IN COLETTE’S PHONE !

name: baby baguette

ringtone: i want to see my little boy vine

last text received: read 2:37

last text sent: ZEKE HOW COULD YOU I AM HAVING A CRISIS — HOW COULD YOU ABANDON ME IN THIS TIME OF GREAT NEED

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NAME:

coco.

RINGTONE: 

girls by the 1975

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: 

”did you do your homework or do you need help with it?”

LAST TEXT SENT:

“can we pretend i did do it?”