all i want

When I go round loseblack and white It's like she puts LOVE to the b a c k of her mind Then rips it out again When she's back at mine She says Oxygen's O V E R R A T E D I don't even need to breathe. She's got a tank f u l l of highs and a mind that never sleeps

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yo bros im probs getting to my old as jesus replies tomorrow morn & just wanted to stop by and say i love you, my dms are open, send me ur favorite knock knock joke if you’ve made it this far bye

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“fuck, it’s cold as shit.” she mumbled as she pulled her jacket tighter around her body. “I’m alarmed,” she said with a smile, trying to make it obvious she was cracking a joke. “I was always told hoes don’t get cold, but i’m absolutely freezing.”  she scrunched her nose at a gust of wind. “whoever decided to throw a party outside in 40 degree weather is honestly satan.”

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hi my loves, i just got back in school so life is hitting me like a bunch of bricks but i have like 0.2 threads going rn & i wanna be interacting w all of you !! so if u wanna plot or do a closed thread pls let me know!!!

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crescentcrtr:

Crescent listened the intently to the brunette, she wasn’t sure if she was rambling or if her words actually had some form of context. “Well aren’t quite the philosopher.” her words were neither lace with sarcasm nor acclamation, they were just that, words. She couldn’t help but laugh when the brunette marched toward the bar, let alone yelped to the bar “To the bar!” she echoed, a genuine smile tugged on her lips as she did so. “For being drunk you sure are coherent.” a grin tugged on her lips as her brow arched. “How much did you drink to proclaim you were never going to return?” didn’t look that much to her but looks can be deceiving. “Alright my lonesome self will drink and we’ll pour our hearts off to only forget about it the next day.” if she had to add that’s the best type of therapy there is.

“my friends call me Aristotle,” she said with a laugh. “Okay, god no. they don’t. i’m not that much of a nerd, I swear.” she shrugged, “I drink a lot.” she admitted as the color flushed to her cheeks and her hand covered her mouth. it wasn’t something she should have been that proud to admit. “No,” she shook her head. “Not the drinks. they have good drinks. The people.” there she goes again. stretching the boundaries. her only way to recover was to shut up, but she of course did the exact opposite. “Bunch of assholes. “ was it wrong to handle the other’s problems with alcohol? probably, but mari handled hers the exact same so there was no point in her commenting. “damn, you’re telling meyou’re gonna forget this face?”

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ccsinclairs:

he makes a sound that’s almost too lazy to even be called a hum. it’s generically agreeing, regardless, though he does tack a scoff onto the end at her playful rejection of his half-assed suggestion. “haven’t had time to proper thing about it,” he defends himself with about as much effort as he’d put into the name in the first place. “give me a day or two; it’ll come to me.” his tone remains as flippant as her own. “yes, everything i’ve done for you. i don’t know if you’re aware, mariana, but i actually treat you very well in certain regards – thought this little ‘repeat performance’ would at least impart that knowledge on ya’.” he groans in mock frustration and, of course, makes no move to get up from the bed to get either of them water. sounds like too much work. “royalty? alright, sure thing princess. you just got royally fucked and that’s about the only thing i’ll be treating you to. well, that and maybe a brutally honest yelp review. you can’t expect me to sugarcoat it; i’m not sorry!” this light candor could only happen in the bedroom, for cc. reality keeps him wound up tight with all the irritating reminders of everything he passionately hates constantly being forced down his throat. it’s amazing he keeps up the appearance of a blasé, devil-may-care attitude. 

he grants her the benefit of a long pause while he takes in her partial threat. it probably shouldn’t bring a smile to his lips but it does – he’s not one to react in the way anyone would expect. “totally big and tough. i’m instilled with great fear. how will i ever recover?” the last line is delivered with a dramatized version of a southern accent, or at least as close as the brit could come to one. he hooks an ankle with hers only barely, the contact feather light to the point where she may even question if it’s intentional. it most definitely is but if she’s unsure about it, he wouldn’t blame her. “a critic? are you thinkin’ of a critic? i would make a bloody amazing critic, now that i think about it. i could try a wine today and tell you how it ages over the next fifty years! or i could compare current cinematography to early filmmaking and tell you if it’s really as advanced and revolutionary as it’s claiming to be. goddamn it, i may actually have to thank you one day if that does become my job.” still, for now, he’s happy to be unemployed. “only the terribly daft seem to come home with me and it’s probably always against their better judgement.” both eyes are open now so that he can wink at her properly. the compliment is… unexpected. cc thinks the world of himself but one person thinking he ‘isn’t bad’ comes as a brief shock to his system. coupled with the soothing touch of her fingertip outlining the plethora of ink that make up his half sleeve, it’s enough to bring the goosebumps rising to his skin. “guess i’m not doing myself justice then,” he muses, aiming for a lighthearted crack. “i’m not a nice guy. not by a long shot. dunno that i can be.” cc is quick to cover that up with a low chuckle and he reaches over to press his palm lightly to her jawline so that hazy eyes can meet. “but if you want to think me nice, princess, i sure as hell won’t stop you.”

she wasn’t accustomed to staying around so it inevitably made her anxious, what she interpreted as a lack of interest on his part didn’t seem to help. she never made it this long, she usually collected herself and bolted out the door before anyone could manage a goodbye. there wasn’t anything in particular that made him any different. she was just finally tired of being alone. she couldn’t stand one more night in silence in her apartment, so he’d just have to deal with her until he finally kicked her out or she could develop other plans. “Is this a serious business deal now? do you want my card?” she suppresses a laugh, her eyes widen. “No, no. I can’t say i was aware of it.”   she wagged her finger around in a circle as if she was tracing some sort of map in order to connect the dots. “  I can’t seem to figure out if you’re just overselling your abilities or if I just have poor taste. I honestly had no idea you were helping me out so much. ” she grins, raking her fingers through her hair before pulling it into a bun. she was just short of a lapse and almost got up to get them water. the only thing keeping her ass in that bed was her inability to let others win. “Sorry bud, wasn’t paying attention to a single thing you said except for the fact you called me princess. I’m glad you’re respecting my authority.i thought you’d be way more offended. considering your british and all that shit. don’t you worship the royal family? like the whole lot of em, the corgis included.” she glanced over at him before playing with a loose thread on the comforter. “ do you ever miss ‘em? well I mean home - not like the royal family. i’m not that stupid.” she playfully slaps his chest, his reaction was exactly what she wanted, but she couldn’t help but to give him flack.“hey, don’t laugh! I am big and tough. you’re quaking. I can tell.” her brows furrow at his accent as she speaks through a laugh, “what the fuck was that? god, I’m the one scared now.” she even considers shifting her body away from him, fearing she was crowding his space. it happened so casually, so subtly she thought there was no way it was on purpose, but he didn’t move so she wasn’t going to either. “oh my god, that’s it! ” her face lit up at the sound of the mystery word. “You and me, we’re meant to be business partners, I swear.” she shook her head, “you’d be a piss poor critic though, I just have to be honest. “ she rolled her eyes and lost focus of him, her eyes trailing around the room now as he spoke. “You know, if you keep on saying shit like that, I’ll just stop coming around. the fool has to learn at some point, y’know?” her head leans into his palm.  “yeah, you’re right. you’re deplorable. I was just trying to not be mean. everyone has their moments though, like that point in their life where they’re an absolute asshole? you have your moments too, i’m sure. they’re just backwards. you have your occasional moment where you’re as kind as can be.” she found comfort in the moment, it was odd considering the conversation, he had the ability to charm his way into any situation. even if she didn’t trust him, he’d make her feel like she did.  “but that’s the allure.” she admitted to herself. she had no intention of the words actually coming out and the follow up was a weak attempt of covering it. “when you have to kiss everyone’s ass as much as i do, it’s nice to see someone who doesn’t care for a change.”

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what is your ultimate goal in life?

to have someone play with my hair and call me pretty while we sit in a cabana in the Caribbean. 

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if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

is it inappropriate to say i want bigger knockers ? if no, then that’s what i’d fix. if not, i'd probably want to change the fact I say shit like ‘knockers’ .

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what matters most to you? being happy or being rich?

again, i don’t think happiness is a constant. you can’t make yourself happy, it’s a chemical thing. i can’t prioritize it. you’re gonna feel happy rich or poor. i’d rather live my life content - maybe a few downs here and there - while being able to eat food with my electricity still working.

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do you ever worry that you're just going to live forever all alone?

if that happens, it works in my favor to be completely honest. it’ll turn into a business endeavor.  i’m actually gonna pretend like i’m in a happy, long term relationship with a soulmate and that my looks are due to my skincare line and my diarrhea diet tea. I’ll have buku bucks and you’ll be in the grave. tell me how that’s something to worry about?

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crescentcrtr:

Arms crossed, head rolled to the side, eyes expressing one sole though;stating the obvious much. The annoyance she had toward the brunette disperse the more she talked. “Are you talking about my problems or yours?” or both she added internally. True if everything went according to ones plan it would take all the excitement out of living but there are some issues that just bring nothing but trouble and pain. Is Crescent riddled with guilt? Yes but does she regret the choices she made, no which makes this so much worse. “So, are you going to tell me your story or keep me in the dark?” she eyed the brunette before her gazed trailed off toward the bar across the town. “Say with a round of drinks.” she nodded her head toward the direction of the bar in question. “If shit is going to get deep then I’m going to need to some liquid courage in me.” and something tells her she won’t be the only one needing it.

she shrugged while pressing her lips together. her drunken stupor resembled a duck face photo from 2011. “you tell me baby, maybe i’m talking about everyone, maybe im just talking about life.” she threw the cigarette butt onthe ground. “y’know, like how it works and shit.” luckily enough, she knew she was probably too inebriated to drink anymore, but the bar still had water. and diet coke. all she needed really. she was sure the other wouldn’t mind if she stayed away from alcohol, mari was merely just giving her time to catch up. “to the bar!” she enthused, pointing towards the building as she began walking towards it.  “i’m one step ahead of ya pal so i gotta tap out and filter my liver, but you go ahead.” she glanced over at the other as she walked towards the bar again. “just left here,” she admitted, “like probably ten minutes ago. I told myself i wasn’t ever gonna go back. god i’m such a flake.”

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15, 19, 59

15: Have any pets?

check HERE to read my smartass way of saying nope. 

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

every time people time travel shit goes down & i’m just tryna get laid and not cause problems so that’s a hard nope for me buddy. 

59: Do you like the snow?

too cold, but fun to look at

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dcrianw

“Dunno. Guess I wasn’t cool enough.” It’s meant as a joke, but it’s more than likely true, in all honesty. Dorian watches her as she sits beside him before rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, releasing a deep sigh. “I’m definitely not drunk, don’t worry. If I ever descend to the level of passing out drunk in a public park in the early evening, please put me out of my misery. Falling asleep sober in a public park is bad enough.” Even worse, maybe, depending on how one looks at it. “Suppose I can’t blame you being nosy, but I don’t have much in the way of an excuse. Just haven’t been getting enough sleep, I guess.”

she nudged him with her shoulder, in on the joke but she knew him well enough to know there was something much further down. “don’t be so hard on yourself. the cool kids always end up being wastes anyways. I mean, consider me. I’m technically unemployed, have ended every meaningful relationship i’ve ever had including my parents, and i burnt ramen last night. the one food everyone should be able to make, i burnt it. i burnt it so bad the fire department came. i mean i’m gorgeous and a total catch and obviously the coolest person either of us knows,  but you still get it.” her narcissism was a joke, but in someway it still fit her personality. in some ways she felt like this, she just wasn’t as blunt about it. “we all have our moments, i’m sure i’ve actually been there i. just don’t remember it. you doing alright?”she was testing the waters, knowing he wouldn’t reply if he didn’t want to. ”whenever people aren’t getting enough rest, i get hella worried and shaky.” 

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2, 7, 10, 15 -from the 70 horrible questions post

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

answered HERE

07: What did you last eat?

refer to my previous answer.

10: When was your last physical fight?

mama doesn’t throw hands, but it would be hella funny if I did so if someone is reading this, please punch me in the face. 

15: Have any pets?

no but my sugar daddy is going to buy me one of those little ones i can shove in my purse, just you wait.

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34, 52, 58

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

oh god, i shouldn’t go into detail, should i? setting the scene. austin, texas. october of last year. it’s acl, you and your friends are waiting for the killers to come on. you walk away for 2.5 seconds, but when you come back everyone is doing interpretive dance and you ask yourself “ are they human or are they dancers?” it kills you inside. you wake up still sweating from the horror. 

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

just to sound edgy and cool, nope

58: Favourite weather?

i live for the warmth, a solid late 70′s low 80′s is the place for me. if i don’t feel like enduring the outside world, a little rain is perfect for me. 

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69, 2, 11, 14

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my crunch wrap supreme

11: Do you like someone?

i like everyone, I’m a pretty open person

14: Do you miss someone?

adele, when the fuck is the next album coming?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

i’d be dumb to say no. i mean there’s evidence or whatever, but there’s people who supposedly have evidence that the world is flat so that doesn’t really mean anything.I guess... I dunno. if there are, they’re not made for everyone. 

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30, 21 & 27!

30: What’s irritating you right now?

like a rash? i’m clean. 

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

i don’t even know what day it is, it could be the weekend right now for all i know. probably just what i do every other day of the week, chill & be cute  & shit. 

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

that would mean someone would have to have an emotional connection with me and that’s nearly impossible.