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KAPPA ♦ 20 ♦ TOTAL BITCH "My mother always told me to look for three types of men - one who can make you laugh, one who you can trust, and one who turns you on. All I can do now is pray that none of them ever meet."

[beylenciaga]

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▸･ﾟ✧ — TEXT MESSAGE // DON

elliot: i have a very important question.

madonna: please tell me by important you dont mean stupid

[fuckyeahmaiamitchell]

[beylenciaga]

“What you give, you will receive; so, baby, bring it all to me. And I will warm you like the sun; I always knew you were the one.”

[jwayland]

[theblogcold]

[jamsoftheday]

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[fyeahjeleanor]

[ninadobreva]

[dont-forget-to-blink]

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dakotajfc:

❝ I don’t plan on it sweet cheeks.❞

“You’ll be sticking to the usual roster then?” 

[camilleprevker]

[usertoxicyaoi]

“and it’d be nice of me to take it easy on you, but nah.”

sorry not sorry // demi lovato

[normajeaned]

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isaacfosterhq:

“this whole lets be 60 degrees one day and then turn around and be negative 4 degrees the next is seriously driving me wild. can the weather make its mind up or is it as drunk as reggie gets on friday nights when he forgets who he is?” 

“I’m sorry. -- Are we really resorting to talking about the weather and Reggie now? That’s cute. You can move along now, Foster, I’m uninterested.”

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dakotajfc:

❝they are giving out condoms and STD pamphlets on the quad. I guess they know when it gets cold like this people start being deviants. so, if you needed that information.. you’re welcome❞ 

“I -- uh, I didn’t. But thanks? Hopefully, you invested in the condoms and don’t end up catching an STD.” 

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liamtilson:

He was already expecting what was going to be a slew of profanity and certainly a lot of yelling and hitting, but despite that Liam couldn’t help but wince at the tone that came through the other side of the door when Madonna curtly spoke. Thumping his forehead to the wooden door, he sighed deeply, trying to figure out what words to say to possibly quell the situation. “Mads..” he gave in a defeated voice, feeling such a way before he even had a chance to see her. “You know I can’t do that. C’mon, open up. At least let us talk about it and hear me out, okay? It’s not what you think and it’s not all the bullshit that people are saying around campus,”. He held his breath for an extra ounce of quietness as he tried to hear what she was doing on the other side. “Mads?” he called out once more before rasping his knuckles a second time. “I’m not leaving till we talk,”. 

Even though the tone of defeat, Madonna still wouldn’t budge from the spot on her bed. There was no point in hearing his side of it, she’d already texted her sister and got enough to piece together that the only thing to do was cut it off when it came to him. Cut off any and all emotion, cut off any ties, cut off the one friendship that quite possibly meant much more to the both of them than they admitted. “I don’t care.” She admitted her voice now as monotone as her unexpressive face in the darkness of her room. As silence surrounded her once more, she hoped he got the hint and left her be. Instead, there he was tapping against her door calling out once more. With a huff, her feet hit the ground, and so did all her pride as she moved to peel back the door. Her appearance was probably as shit as she felt about the situation, glaring up at him as she tried to wedge her way into the doorway to keep him from coming inside. “We don’t need to talk, I mean it. I get it, everything's great.” She lied, forcing a smile as she watched him. “I want you to go. Now.”