“Not pretty at all. The poor kid though, couldn’t make it to the bathroom or garbage on time.”
“Poor kid? I’d say poor you. I mean, sure, throwing up is never any fun, but doing that to you is no fun either.”

⁂
wallacepolsom

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
art blog(derogatory)
tumblr dot com
styofa doing anything
noise dept.

tannertan36
hello vonnie
Mike Driver
No title available
DEAR READER
Stranger Things
AnasAbdin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
Today's Document

Product Placement

titsay

roma★
seen from Spain
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Uruguay
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Finland

seen from Austria

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany

seen from Germany

seen from Vietnam

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia

seen from T1
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada

seen from New Zealand
@margotstarkx
“Not pretty at all. The poor kid though, couldn’t make it to the bathroom or garbage on time.”
“Poor kid? I’d say poor you. I mean, sure, throwing up is never any fun, but doing that to you is no fun either.”
“Sorry I kind of smell, I had a three year old vomit on me today and it was not pretty.”
“You do kind of smell, but I can handle it. Don’t worry about it, I can guess that wasn’t pretty at all.”
“Half mine, half Sara’s. If that’s even possible.”
“I can definitely work with that. Do you drink red or white? Or rosé?”
“Of course not, as long as you don’t mind greasy diner food. I’m pretty sure that’s all that’s open at this hour.” Sophie murmured.
“Nope, don’t mind it. At least not if I don’t have to eat it every day, and I’ve hadn’t had it this week yet, so I’m fine.” Margot smirked.
“Well aren’t you a sweetheart.” Sophie purred, before shaking her head. “No, I do appreciate the offer though. I was just going to head to a diner to get food and sober up some.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t offer that to most. But you looked like you can need it.” Margot said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Mind if I join you? I’m dying to get some food.”
“Oh…well, maybe half Stark style, half Andretta style?”
“Well, are we talking your Andretta style or Sara’s Andretta style?”
Text: Nic&&Margot
Nic: I have to be with her sperm donor.
Margot: With her sperm donor? Am I supposed to get this?
“No- I’m fine. Just fine.” Sophie mumbled to the person beside her. “I’m drunk, I lost my keys, and somehow I thought it would be a good decision to move back to the one place I swore never to return to. Thank you for asking though.”
“Well fuck. That doesn’t sound like you’re fine at all. Need a place to crash?” Margot asked with raised eyebrows.
Text: Nic&&Open
Nic: I'm afraid to leave her.
Margot: Well, you shouldn't be.
“Ooh, Stark-style! That sounds very intriguing, I’m definitely in.”
“Are you sure? Because Stark style means you won’t be able to walk by the end of the night.”
“Yes, do it! And have a glass with me, please. Thank you so much, Margot. I couldn’t have done it without you, to be honest.”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I’m having a glass with you. We’re going to celebrate this Stark-style.”
Open Text
Scott: Do you have anything else? I don't think I'm the best person to serve sushi
Margot: Sorry man, I don't have many connections outside of the sushi business.
“I just got my first lead role in a short film— I still can’t even believe it! Can we pretend I’m 21 and have a celebratory glass of wine or champagne, or something?”
“Well shit, that sounds like I should sneak a glass of wine into your hand to celebrate that. Congratulations, C! I knew you could do it.”
Text: Nic&&Open
Nic: I haven't left her side for a week.
Margot: That sounds like it's about time to do so then.
Text: Nic&&Open
Nic: What else do I do when my daughter is still in the hospital? Binge watch criminal minds.....I'm going crazy.
Margot: Then go binge watch something else. Or get drunk. Or do online shopping. Eat food.
Unsure of whether or not the comment was towards her or to the people in Lakewood in general, Kira sighed and nodded, slumping over her knees once more when they were hauled up. “I know, it’s just – … It’s a lot to come back to, that’s all. When I left initially I was leaving because the peace and quiet was starting to get to me and I wanted some excitement but I missed that, you know? I was just expecting things to be like that upon arrival.”
“But no one dying, that’s great! I hadn’t heard back from some people I know so I was a little concerned but there’s hasn’t been any reports or anything.
“How are you doing, though?”
“I know. It’s... quiet here. Maybe a storm did the people some good -- not to sound like a bitch. I can’t even explain why, I just thought it could be a possibility.” She explained with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
“Not that I know of, no. At least not killed by the storm itself. I’m fine though. Nothing happened to me.”
Open Text
Scott: The auto body shop is closed for who knows how long, can't you give me a temporary job?
Margot: If you want to serve disgusting sushi, sure. My colleague just dropped out.