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karina: 👀

karina: i've been missing my will to live (hint, it's you)

karina: have you been busy winning spelling bees or something

karina: or dusting off library books for fun

karina: either way, come back 2 me

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karina’s eyes were oddly captivated by the, near empty, crystal glass before her, neatly held between her thumb and index finger. she idly moved the coppery liquid, mentally disconcerting how such a simple thing, merely a combination of chemicals, could elicit such feelings of happiness, followed by sorrow, and an overall dependency, all at once. the whole current situation was far from rare, nonetheless, frustrating, and falling victim to her vices was something common, plaguing almost. she spent many nights perched in this same location. here, nearest to peak inebriation as she could get, karina was isolated, caught in solace in a place crawling with chaos. footsteps were foreign there, the time of the day causing a lull in business, thus she heard the noise almost immediately, spinning to meet her counterpart with a small smile. “ six americans die every day from alcohol poisoning, y’know. ” casting one last glance towards the hardened surface of the bar, fingers etching into the scratches of the worn wood there. “ not only do i find that very hard to believe, but ‘ve got a feeling that one of the cursed six is here in this bar tonight. might be you, might be me, could be anyone. ” she paused, parting her lips to drain the remainder of her drink into her throat, before sighing momentarily. “ that’s what we are at the end of the day, right ? statistics. ” she finished her ramble solemnly, shaking her head slowly with exaggeration, glazed eyes scanning the perimeter of their dimly lit surroundings as she awaited a response.

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ovkleys:

the longer oakley sits, the more the feeling of intimidation fades until he has to wonder if it was anything more than just I M A G I N A T I O N at all. the pews aren’t anything more than uncomfortable seats, the windows are windows, and it’s easy to turn his back on the podium looming at the front of the room as if it’s not even there. yet when he turns to karina and looks at her– really LOOKS at her– there’s something heavy in her dark eyes that he can’t quite blame on the alcohol. her insistence doesn’t beg any questions; he’s a little NOT high enough to get into the existentials of why people need religion, and karina looks only a few minutes from passing out, anyway. his sun-freckled nose scrunches at the comparison, memory flashing back to one of the few times he’d actually gone to class in high school. ‘at least give me, like, thoreau or something. i’ve been called a motherfucker once or twice, but i’m no mother fucker,’ he says, sparing the sob story detail of his mother’s passing with little difficulty, and the thought fails to linger on his mind as the drunken girl confidently crosses to room to make an interesting use of the architecture. a snort escapes oakley before he can help himself, and he turns so he can fully face karina, amusement setting his features alight. ’oh, one hundred percent,’ he answers, tone just as antagonizing, and he’s mid clap, the sound ricocheting off of the empty walls, when she stumbles and he’s on his feet with a laugh, hand catching her just above her elbow before she can become REALLY acquainted with the floor. ‘don’t make me cut you off and call you a cab before you tell me where the rest of the stash is. i’ll even tell jesus it was me who took it all when he asks if you promise not to try to break your hip again.’

happily immersed in a fantasy which oakley wasn’t satirizing in his applause, karina dramatically bowed following her impromptu performance, knocking into his sudden grip. “ shit, thanks. ” she mumbled, turning towards the male to offer a small, sated smile, whilst attempting to regain control over her limbs. gradually, she began to notice her mind clearing, relative sobriety on the distant horizon, although near, was still going to take relative dedication, and water, to reach. the raven-haired girl opened her mouth to reply to his words, but instead, let out a stream of laughter, nicely rounded off with a hiccup, the three second ordeal being a true summary of her current state. by now, her lids were heavy, a direct consequence of the current deviation from her typical bedtime schedule, resembling something a parent sets for their child, not what an adult sets for themselves. “ this church wine tastes disgustin’ and you have to drink a whole bottle to get even relatively pissed. but, it’s behind the altar in a lil’ box i have the key to. ” she began rambling, an infantile grin stretching her lips, as she haphazardly searched for his hand to hold, once more, tugging him in the direction she described. “ bet you’d only be quick to tell jesus you took it all ‘cause you already have a special place in hell marked out for you. ” karina teased, head turning back as she finished, while eyes scoured his face for a reaction. “ make sure you jus’ stay close to me, like my own physical bodyguard. difference is, you’re really protectin’ me from myself. ”

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jcmeson:

shrugging, jamie continued flickering thru photo after photo of girl’s that constantly rang his phone for platonic encounters and innocent ice cream dates. before he had the chance to even give her a glance, karina ripped the phone from his boney fingers causing him to let out the most unattractive, childish sighing noise. lips pulled straight in a line of frustration while he instinctively crossed his arms over his chest in a huff, not feeling anything more than annoyance for the girl now situated on his lap. “honestly, i don’t care what you think of me,” the man stated, his tone unwavering in seriousness. they sat for a moment in silence, looking at each other before jamie extended his hands out to her shoulders, gently pushing her off of him. “i can’t stand you to, so we’re even. where the hell did you put my whiskey?” eyes searched the mess of mixed fabrics for the glass bottle filled with his favorite liquid. “you hiding my liquor now? this isn’t a game,” he bit his lip, harboring a smile in its wake. lifting himself from his bed, he looked down on the raven haired girl, knots filling his stomach for some unknown reasons. 

for what felt like minutes, but was in reality no more than a couple of seconds, the two sat in a comfortable silence, dark hues sizing up his features up close, before abruptly meeting with the soft duvet. karina remained still in protest, reeling from the action before letting out a soft, whimsical laugh, the sound echoing through the air. often, jameson was more amusing than he most likely intended, or she was simply easily amused. although, it was more realistically the latter. regardless, it was one of the many reasons why she enjoyed his company, searched and anticipated it, rather, but letting the male know her feelings towards him weren’t disdain in its entirety would only blow holes in their neatly constructed cat and mouse tournament. " glad we’re on the same page, jamie. ” she eventually mused, rolling herself over lazily to face him, as if she was a petulant child. “ why’d you jump up like havin’ me that close burned to the touch ? ” she mocked, sitting upright and lifting a long finger up to draw imaginary circles around jameson’s face, a betraying smile tugging at the corners of her mauve lips. it was a seemingly rhetorical question, knowing the answer would only to guise it with a further dig, or quip, from his end. but she insisted on setting the thought free, only to rile up her company any further than she had already managed. “ well, now that you said it’s not a game, ‘m definately gonna’ make it one now. ” in truth, his bottle of treasured liquor had found its way underneath a pillow, not by fault of her own, but merely a momentary gap in her memory of where she’d placed it absentmindedly. “ come find it. ” taunting him, karina moved chaotically to use her body as a barrier against his search being successful, whilst lightly batting his hands away from turning over the correct pillow and letting her fun end. 

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dariuvs:

DARIUS: no really, you won, so it’s your choice DARIUS: considering what went down in los cabos…..specifically in a hot tub…. DARIUS: unless you just wanna forget about it DARIUS: yeah ? i miss seein ur face around too . . where you been anyway ?

KARINA: sushi please and thank you KARINA: i don’t wanna forget about it dw, unless you want to tho KARINA: just my face? noted :/  KARINA: i’ve been around ig  KARINA: missing sunday mass and sleeping in until the afternoon hbu

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grvffinss:

GRIFFIN: we can match now GRIFFIN: do i adore u?? sounds fake GRIFFIN: um i’m a good time and so is tequila

KARINA: ur shrine to me says otherwise  KARINA: i’m trying to stay away from things that cloud my judgement KARINA: so i’ll pass on the tequila (for now) KARINA: we still need a catch up tho

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ovkleys:

‘ENTIRELY different, no,’ oakley agrees, dismissing the extreme with a languid lift of his fingers despite the pointed way that alcohol-hazed hues seem to be focusing on everything in the room BUT him. ‘but i don’t know very many church goers who show up to confession with a bottle in their palm.’ the nominal orphan looks away, squinting up at the ceiling as if his scrutiny of its architecture will help him find his words. ‘there’s something about THIS,’ he says, swinging the pointer finger of his right hand in a wide arc around the ceiling in an all-encompassing gesture, ‘that’s driven you to that.’ the fingertip tilts lower and lower until its honed in on the nearly empty bottle of wine that karina clutches like it’s the only thing left keeping her grounded. the muscles of his shoulders, weathered from years of trying to battle his demons in the unforgiving pull of the ocean, tense as he shrugs again, dismissing his words of any accusation– they’re merely observatory. ‘maybe it it isn’t enough, maybe it’s too much, but you said it yourself that you’re unhappy for whatever reason.’ he pauses, lips twisting at the irony of his next words. ‘most people have a habit of going back to the scene of a crime, yours just happens to be a bit more H O L Y than others.’ restless fingertips itch for SOMETHING to do, and he contemplates lighting a cigarette from the pack that’s currently burning a hole in his back pocket, but he’s not sure he’s in the mood to dodge a bottle of wine being propelled at his head at this hour. ‘stripping’s always been a lucrative business,’ he says, words losing their seriousness as he glances over to her with a leering G R I N. ‘and you’ve certainly got the legs for it, mary.’

“ i suppose, yeah, this place might have somethin’ to do with it, but there’s no chance of me jus’ giving up on my faith, no way. ” everything, from this moment to her obvious lack of happiness, seemed to be a cruel, untimely punishment for the people she hurt in the years before her illusion of faith. the recklessness and desire for adrenaline still haunting her lungs today, a feeling which she couldn’t seem to shake, no matter how many times she prayed. her grip tightened around the neck of the wine bottle and soon relaxed the hold, leaning forward to place the glass down onto the small space of tiling ahead of her. karina disliked being forced to face the truth head on, eye to eye. it was something she battled alone, followed by creating ways to avoid fragments of honesty she didn’t want to exist. but now, it was all consuming. it was there, undeniable, and oakley was a personification of that. her inebriated thoughts didn’t have the comprehension to let their discussion delve any deeper, but instead, insisted on distracting herself with futile humor. whether it was a conscious effort or not, she wasn’t aware. “ but thanks, sigmund freud. i really think everythin’ in my life is answered now. ” the ecclesiastic continued with a flourish, lifting herself up from where she sat, without much ease, before finally allowing their gazes, hers glazed and his coy, to meet. “ is this your way of tellin’ me stripping is my one, true calling ? ‘cause i think you’re right. ” karina mocked, making slow, dramatic yet purposeful steps towards a nearby pillar, before haphazardly wrapping a leg around it. to avoid the looming contact she’d most likely make with the cold floor if not conducted carefully, both of her hands clung to the highly structured stone, whilst she clumsily attempted a seemingly unattainable spin. an attempt with only left her more nauseous and embarrassed. though, her laughter was still light with glee, a guilty smile on her red stained lips as she mumbled, “ ‘m gettin’ a bit dizzy now. ”

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grvffinss:

GRIFFIN: you might look 12 if u do that do u wANT that rina GRIFFIN: pls never bother me @ work idk u GRIFFIN: no :) tequila-filled ones

KARINA: chopping it all off  KARINA: u know me wtf u adore me KARINA: stop being a bad influence :/ keep the tequila away KARINA: you and tequila are possibly the WORST mix

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aminahpls:

AMINAH: thanks … binch AMINAH: gave her some samples, told her to get lost AMINAH: exclusive vicks no. 5 fragrance lmfaoooo get out 

KARINA: was being a bit too nice there, it ends now KARINA: she sounds like my alter ego: rarina keyes KARINA: lmao there would be only one in the world tho KARINA: it’s a must have

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ovkleys:

in a strange way, oakley finds himself enraptured with the possibilities that may lie behind the foreboding, over sized wooden doors. it’s JUST a building, he knows, in the same way a graveyard is just a field with a few scattered stones. perhaps its the implications behind it that has his curiosity piqued, mind dancing with a hint of wonder as to how different his life would be had he regularly attended such a place. were monsters born, or MADE? chocolate eyes find the pair that snap back to him, dark hues alight with something more akin to annoyance than anything r e m o t e l y positive and all he can do is grin back, knowing the answer to the previous question. ‘buy me dinner before you dislocate my shoulder, would you?’ he quiets as the wooden doors predictably CREAK open, and his instinct makes him note that the door isn’t locked. whether or not that’s karina’s doing or a conscious act by the church itself, it’s useful information. ‘i think it’s the remorse that saves you,’ oakley replies with no real bite or intent behind his words, far too preoccupied with taking in every little detail of the grand room. nothing too grand, but still imposing nonetheless. take away the fear of damnation and it becomes a room. his eyes move back to karina as she speaks, a mirroring smirk sliding like honey across his lips at her child-like excitement. ‘it is,’ he agrees, leaning back against one of the pews as strong arms slip across his broad chest, eyes taking another cursory glance around the room. ‘but is it REALLY enough for you to pretend you’re someone that you’re not?’

“ not sure, i – ‘ pretend ’ is a pretty loaded word. ‘m not an entirely different person, y’know. ” karina was still yet to decide if he question was genuine curiosity or his search for more ammunition to add to his growing arsenal against her. the copious amounts of alcohol she’d drank made her want nothing more but to honestly comply, followed by sleep. or, throw up, and then sleep. the unease in her stomach and the tears dotting her waterline confirmed it. “ i feel like, no matter what happens, no matter who i am, i’ll always come back to this place. it’s a fact of my life, you might not get it and i don’t expect you to, but it’s some kinda’ tether. ” karina was aware of how incredulous her words appeared, but for that moment, it wasn’t a direct product of liquor. “ sometimes i wish i could just cut myself free from it all, though. i feel like i’d be a completely different person. maybe, a stripper or somethin’. ” a wry laugh escaped her chest as her fingers traced the wooden markings in the back of the aisle seat in front of her, eyes maintaining contact with anything but oakley. she was uncomfortable, it was evident, but her thoughts were leaving her more freely than they ever had, to anyone else, and it was a feeling that her brain was adjusting to, the mismatch in neurotransmitters setting her back a couple of paces. “ it’s just – i’m not happy right now, but i hope this place can help me get there, eventually. even if it’s in the smallest way. ”

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grvffinss:

GRIFFIN: the sound of “i’d like to speak to your manager” is the most vile one in the world GRIFFIN: especially when it’s coming from a soccer mom w/ a pixie cut GRIFFIN: margarita monday tho i’ll buy you drinks

KARINA: i personally think i’d rock a pixie cut and no one can tell me otherwise KARINA: might pay you a visit at work as an undercover soccer mom KARINA: yes but virgin margaritas please :-)

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aminahpls:

AMINAH: my first day as assistant manager and i have to deal with some crazy lady emptying all the tester perfume bottles into one giant empty vicks tub AMINAH: don’t ask me what her logic was it smelled fucking terrible

KARINA: what the fuck... what did you do KARINA: even you don’t deserve to deal with people like that KARINA: and that’s saying something KARINA: i wanna cop myself an exclusive vicks no. 5 fragrance

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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late night self reflective asks 🌙

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

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xavcer:

xavier: a lil obsessed aren’t we? 😏 xavier: that’s what i thought ;-) xavier: ill have u know i !!! am !!! 19 !! years !! old !!! aka no longer a minor xavier: besides ur too late as this mouth has done more than eating that’s for sure… 👍🏼

karina: in ur dreams karina: more like 19 and a half karina: UM I NEVER WANNA HEAR OF THIS AGAIN karina: BEHAVE AND NEVER TELL ME THESE THINGS EVER karina: (who was it)

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- ̗̀ △ ▽ MSSG ➲ honey 🐝

HONEY: WEll yoUR PASTOR COMMENTS ON EVERYTHINGS THAT pretty nerdY TO ME DONt call me a nerd u nerd

HONEY: wow ok umm the cold and you also broke ur nose cause you sneezed too hard and u slammed ur face into the table ???!?!

KARINA: LEAVE MY PASTOR ALONE HE'S JUST PASSIONATE ABOUT CHRIST AND MAKING SURE I STAY ON THE RIGHT PATH (nerd)

KARINA: perfect omg you're actually a genius

KARINA: maybe i can get a lil nose job out of it too x

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◤ ✕ ┋imessage 💬 andy

andrea: you can do it babe

andrea: i'm not, no.. but you're my friend and i know that your faith is important to you and i don't want to see you lose that part of you when i know you would regret it later.

karina: i really would regret it... you know me better than i know myself haha

karina: how are things with you, though? enjoying the fair?

karina: you weren't doing too well the last time we spoke, hope thats changed