cinnamon girl

nadia, 22, computer science + psychology, senior.

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@_NADIAM’S INSTAGRAM STORY ROUNDUP - THE LAST 72 HOURS.

featurning - @georgieavara, @bewcre

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SHE WAS GETTING TO A point where she felt like she was saying atlas’ name more times a day than her own and it was starting to annoy her. taking a few slow breaths as she was instructed, each breath forcing her heartbeat to slow down and the fog in her mind to lift. “ i ordered half pepperoni and half veggie. ” she started a smile on her face as she recalled the garlic knots and giant cookie that was on it’s way. “ i - i hate feelings. ” she sighed dropping all the bags in her hands on the floor beside her. 

nadia continues her yoga-esque deep breathing, recalling her mom’s tactics to calming down from when she was in high school. nadia steers the brunette to her couch, sitting her down before starting to ruffle through her alcohol cabinet. “honestly? good choice. a+ combination.” she calls out as she peeks into the cabinet. she pulls out a bottle of wine, grinning at georgie as she looks over at her. “let’s talk about that, shall we?”

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atlas laughed as she asked how bad they fucked up, the irony not lost on him. “probably like a twelve out of ten, we slept together this past weekend.” pouting at her words, atlas grumbled. “everyone keeps criticizing my choices, it’s not her favorite but definitely in her top five.” taking an exaggerated breath, atlas flung themselves back onto the bed. “it was great sex too. i just don’t want her to hate me.”

nadia pats his arm gently, holding in the slightly judgemental glance she can feel her eyes shift into. “ah yes, she did mention that - you both need to keep it in your pants.” she sighs. “do you need me to find her top one? because if you’re at a twelve then....” nadia trails off, making a face. she chuckles in amusement as he flops onto the bed, her hand moving to pat his head gently. “there there, i don’t think you two could hate eachother. you’ll be fine in a week. give her space!”

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(1) new message

silas: are you asking me to kill you

nadia: my lips are SEALED.

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silas: are they? i feel like theyre well protected for some reason

nadia: a doorman stops NO ONE

nadia: and the lack of sleep makes us slow

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IF THERE’S ONE PERSON in carlton who always had george’s back it was nadia. she was part of the reason she loved living in their stuffy old dorm. walking up the stairs a flurry of shopping bags behind her she knocked, more like banged on her door. “ okay hi, i’m here to talk to you. i ordered a pizza and i rolled some joints - ” completely forgetting about all the shopping bags from almost every store on fifth avenue. like a light went off in her head she backtracked. “ oh i did a lot of shopping because, stress. so if you want some of the stuff i bought duplicates of - ” trailing off a soft sigh falling from her lips. 

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nadia, half asleep and slumped over on her laptop as she finishes up an assignment, swears she has a heart attack when someone bangs on her door. she shakes her head, snapping out of it as she draws her  blanket closer around her, the large fabric trailing behind her as she pads over to the door. nadia lets the door open, ushering georgie in, eyes widening at all the bags she brought in. she sighs as she looks over wistfully at her laptop, knowing she wouldn’t get anything done. “alright alright let’s - breathe,” she starts, her hands going to georgie’s shoulders as she makes exaggerated breathing noises. “what are we stressed about. more importantly, what kind of pizza did you order?”

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silas: so like if i was really a serial killer why would i go to nyu?

silas: asking all the important questions

nadia: college students are easy targets duhh

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@, ø, ✉

send “@” for a SCARED text

silas i’m like at work and likethere’s a guy just like sitting in the corner and STARING???if i die just know i liked matilda more than you

send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

i can’t sleep and my eye hurtscan you come over please :(

send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[UNSENT]: i feel like you’re gonna walk away and it’s just[UNSENT]: it’s gonna hurt. a lot.[UNSENT]: i really hope you prove me wrong

send ___ for a ____ text

[keithanshreds]

( & open ; )

“hypothetical question: do you think five hundred dollars cash, a bottle of chanel number five and about two grands worth of designer lingerie is a good starting point to forgiveness ? ” atlas asked, shrugging and rubbing their hands over their face.

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nadia smirks, slight amused as she holds in a laugh. she shuts her laptop before setting it to the side, giving atlas her full attention. “depends, how bad did you fuck up this time?” she starts. “and i feel like georgie is classier than chanel number five.”

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@LETTIE : hi its me , back on my bull shit  . 

@LETTIE : i thought i was going to be a changed women this year but ?? im currently hungover and begging the heavens to give me death . 

@LETTIE : im also just .. not over last night and the kid i was hooking up with stopping mid hook up to puke all over my shoes . 

@LETTIE : and then have the audacity to pretend he didnt just ruin my cute little shoes ?? in conclusion, men aint shit and ive decided to retire from drinking ( yes i will be at whosever party this weekend ) 

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NADIA: honestly this just... reaffirmed my hatred for parties NADIA: find his venmo and request him for that money back !!! wtf NADIA: maybe you need a night in

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FMK nellie, viv, georgie

“well i’d fuck viv - duh. i’d be stupid not too. i’d marry georgie and i would KISS nellie - no death in this house.” - @ncllies​ @vivsolis​ @georgieavara​

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WIS yourself

“with myself - i - haven’t thought about that… is saying georgie a copout? because… think we might be in love already. sorry to any of my suitors.” - @georgieavara

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I Need Entertainment

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kol-calamity-blog‌:

ANONYMOUS TIME!!!! (or ask in character!)

HYE have you ever?

FMK fuck marry kill

KHC kiss hug cuddle

NML a night, a month or for life?

AMA ask me anything

HON hot or not?

WWY well would you?

WYR would you rather? 

TOD truth or dare?

SMW ship me with?

TOT this or that?

WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others – specify) 

or anything else hilariously entertaining you can think of!  

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slurred words

“first of all - there are so many fucking letters in his name - there don’t need to be that many vowels. it’s kind of insulting. secondly - he oozes frat boy to me. but fake deep frat boy who carries a leather journal but it’s super fucking empty because he only does it for the aesthetic. third - i don’t have a third.”

send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

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slurred words

“y’know - she looks like she could be in one of those very old french movies…. or like, one of those perfect models from the sixties who are just like…. there and perfect and doll like - that’s viv. i’d literally cut off my pinky to look like her.”

send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

[presidentofthehotgirlclub]

sir, this is my emotional support lipgloss