✧ * MY YOUTH IS YOURS

✧ | — && when the l i g h t s start flashing like a photo booth and the ✰ stars ✰ exploding we'll be fireproof. my youth is yours, trippin' on skies, sippin' waterfalls. my youth is yours run away now and forevermore. my youth is yours, the truth so loud you can't ignore.

[thebootydiaries]

[angelmirandac-deactivated201601]

[pyroinfusedtiger]

[bang]

[armie-hammer]

[jeanqrey]

[genofattolia]

[leofitzo]

[listenuppnow]

[jfcxavier]

gracehudsonxo:

“I wish everyone would stop looking at me like i’m about to fall apart … I just got out of the hospital, I’m not coming back from the grave or something,” Grace huffed as she fiddled with the ends of her still-pink hair. The color was fading and pretty soon she’d be faced with a decision – re-dye it or go back to being blonde. It was something silly to be focusing on, but she’d rather focus on that than all the hovering her mother and others had been doing since her minor heart attack and stay at the hospital. Secret was out: Grace Hudson has a heart defect. 

“Grace, you act like a heart attack is a twisted ankle.You’re aware of the mortality rate of those, right?” he ruffled his quiff as he glanced over at the female.“Stop playing with your hair and listen! This is something serious, you treat everything else seriously, so why doesn’t it seem like you’re doing the same with this?” His eyes adverted to the ground, his brow slightly furrowed. “I don’t want you to think I’m mad, just worried, as one should be when he finds out his friend had a heart attack. I don’t want to lose you.”

[jfcxavier]

lbrliajane:

“so my tattoo shop is finally opening up this weekend – am i gonna be seeing you there or what?”

“depends, would you be willing to mark someone who’s intoxicated? because if we’re being honest, i’m not sure i could handle the pain sober.”

[ftcassia]

I think if I have to write one more paper I might just explode? I mean this is really too much. I’ve never written this much in my whole life.

[jfcxavier]

Welcome to college, perhaps you should have tried beauty school if you can’t handle a few essays.

[jfcxavier]

wow its been a really long time but hello i’m back! I just want to say welcome to all the new people, this is my trash son xavier, i’d love to plot with all of you! and also, i missed you fam!

[supagirl]

[serpentsprince-deactivated20171]

Is finals week too late to get a new tutor? Because I’m just starting to realize how f-u-c-k-e-d I actually am with this upcoming chem exam. 

[jfcxavier]

It just might be, but I may know someone that could get you some answers.

[rowanpark-deactivated20170210]

Ivory stares at a familiar figure as she finishes off her third consecutive cigarette in seven minutes. Time to finally have some fun, she thinks. She pockets her lighter and walks towards the person with slitted, smug eyes, her tight lips releasing sinews of smoke excruciatingly slowly. “Hello,” she rasps, lips still red, still wet, still smirking. “I just wanted to thank you because I’m so incredibly grateful for what you’ve done for me.” She sucks the corner of her lip into her mouth, her fingers dancing delicately against her arm, fingertips brushing over pale skin. Ivory doesn’t speak up again until she’s certain the other person is confused – wanting her words to really hit them. “You know, with our darlin’ Emmett. When I had killed him, I just planned on leaving him there but you got rid of the body for me… so again, thank you.”

[jfcxavier]

“Excuse me?” He’s uncertain of what the brunette was talking about. Was she someone who’d come across his exam answers? Was she a supporter of his father? He scratched behind his golden locks. “I’m not certain I know what you’re talking about.” As the petite female continued, Xavier’s heart dropped. Of course he hadn’t exactly been a friend of Emmett’s, but he hadn’t wanted him dead either. “So you’re the one that offed the Brit, how did you do it?”

[bewcre]

“Oh, god, I’m – let me see if I can find a fuck to give… oh shoot – no luck. Maybe you should deal with the fucking pickles. Just slip it the fuck off, what are you afraid of pickle residue? Get over yourself,” she mumbled quite audibly to the person that was complaining about their burger. She rolled her eyes in their direction, chuckling unbelievably under her breath, before motioning for the person behind them. “Welcome to heart attack on a bun, may I take your order? Better make it quick cause I’m pretty sure the pink slip is coming in from the back.” 

[jfcxavier]

“Wow,” he chuckled. “You sure know how to greet people. Did they teach you that here or was that a trait you acquired on your own?” He glanced over her shoulder at the menu, none of it looking truly appetizing. “I haven’t exactly been here before,” he confessed. “What would you suggest for an instant heart attack? I have a psych final I’m not exactly looking forward to.”