“Thank God. I’m Imogen Pope.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Pope. Are you new to New York?”
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@itsnoire
“Thank God. I’m Imogen Pope.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Pope. Are you new to New York?”
“I didn’t know someone could be so not funny.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I hate gum on the streets too. I’m Noire Capello, and you are?”
“Are you seriously one of those assholes? Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. Totally serious, girl. I love dropping my chewed gum all over the place.”
“Finding great young, hot employees is harder than I thought.”
“Do I classify as great, young or hot?”
My parents warned me endlessly that New York was disgusting and that I should go to Yale instead of Columbia, but I didn’t realize how much they weren’t lying until I actually got here. I’m so fed up. If I step in chewed gum one more time, the heel of my Louboutins is going to find itself in someone’s fucking eye.
“Well, that’s a little terrifying. Maybe I’ll think twice before dropping gum on the street now.”
“Hello Manhattanities did you missed me?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you.”
“Are these shorts too short? I mean, I got a weird look from a few people and I’m thinking it’s the shorts.”
“They look fine to me.”
Matthew Mcconaughey has to be the only human being with a catchphrase. I can’t think of any others.
Paris Hilton owns “That’s Hot”. Don’t ask how I know.
“Are you challenging my memories? Only one of us can be right, and I’m pretty sure it’s me.”
“You know what? Yes. Yes I am.”
Or accidentally open an umbrella indoors.
Stop it. I’m getting anxious.
Text to; noire
Kyle: I'm not exactly over you but I know we wont be together, you picked someone over me. I'm your fucking second choice why would I want to be with you ?? you make me feel like shit, like I'm sorry for choosing the best for me? She's a bitch, she doesn't deserve you. Honestly. I'm a shitty person though Noire and you knew that. I can't help who I fall for, and don't have feelings for anymore.. you made me so mad at you for basically saying she was better and you'd rather be with her, tat I got over you quickly becaus eyou were being an asshole. don't act like im a shitty person i just think of myself as better than your second choice.
Noire: Ok bye Kyle
Let’s hope you don’t crack any mirrors, either.
Or spill salt, of course.
“Oh well thank you kind sir. I am so thankful for your generosity.” She said, using a terrible British accent. “Well, we all know I’m not an actress.” Nicolette chuckled, shaking her head a little with the laughter she was letting out. It was nice to be so carefree, if only for a moment. She had a feeling that Noire was just a kind of person that made you sort of forget about the bad things for a moment. And she liked that. “Well, I’ll take it. Weird is my forte. And i suppose so. Lord knows I’m not a tough cookie in the conventional definition, but I mean–I’ve seen my fair share of things.” She shrugged with him and then turned pink again. “Oh well, thank you. I like yours too. I like seeing things differently. It makes me think.” She smiled, pulling her hair back into a bun to keep it out of her face. “No! That makes total sense, I understand you completely. It keeps your mind off of things.”
“You are very welcome, darling.” Noire mocked, his British accent even worse than Nicolette’s. “We all know I’m not gonna be on Jimmy Fallon doing impressions any time soon--or ever.” He teased. “Weird is my favorite type of person. We waste way too much time trying to be perfect or good, I just don’t get it. It’s better to just be yourself. And I think you do that pretty well.” He spoke sincerely. She started pulling her hair back in a bun and Noire took notice of how pretty her hair was. No word was spoken of it, but he sure noticed it. “--I’m glad you understand. So many people don’t. They think it’s just mindless violence, but it’s not.”
Oh, you were being serious?
Not insanely. I’m not like, freaky about it, but... Yeah, I don’t walk under ladders or cross the path of black cats.
“O-Of course it’s broken. How about I-I serve you anyways and we b-both can forget you’re like that?”
“I guess I could do that. No hot coffee, though. That’s what caused this.”
Text to; noire
Kyle: I'm not trying to make you feel bad. Why do you hate me?
Noire: Because you can't make up your fucking mind. You make me feel like absolute shit for taking Clarissa back & not choosing you. I think over it for DAYS, agonizing about it & trying to decide who I should be with... then when I tell you I think things are over for Clarissa & I, you're just like, "oh, I'm over you". It's shitty.