𝓈𝑜 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

why don't you calm down ? for crying out loud. i'm losing it lately. i'm ʏᴏᴜɴɢ & i'm ᴅᴜᴍʙ. i'll live and i'll learn. yeah, what's the [ HURRY ] now? i can't ever seem to make up m y ❝ mind. ❞ now, what does that say about me? oh, what does that say i just wanna be 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 sometimes, but i KEEP going out - i KEEP going out. wasting my time, ❝ breaking ❞ through 𝓲𝓬𝓮, ❝ talking ❞ to 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈. F A L L through the ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ, i'm ( b a c k ) at your door; baby, i'm B L E E D I N G . what a feeling --oh, what am i ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ? you'll ( never ) know what kind of person ɪ become when 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 gone, oh.

[ofhella]

venturcs‌:

reese doesn’t automatically tune in when hella starts talking — after being friends with her for a while, he’s learned that he doesn’t always have to pay attention when she’s thinking out loud. brown eyes are glued to the buzzfeed quiz on his phone, he only moves them to the girl’s face when he feels a pressure on the tip of his nose. “ i killed myself in a fire because i tried to cook ?  ”  he asks, his hand coming up to nudge her finger away from his face. reese is a terrible cook, and something like that doesn’t seem so far off base, so maybe this is the universe’s way of telling him to stop before he dies a tragic, fiery death. or maybe it’s nothing more than hella’s weird ramblings. he’s not great at telling the difference. “ but if you know your cat’s real, and you’re real to your cat, then you have to be real, ” he theorizes, weighing in on her previous train of thought. “ but, no, i don’t think i’d like to know for sure if we’re real or not. my life is pretty great as it is, so i think i’d take the blue pill. ”

she’s thankful for reese - he’s one of the handful people , who can endure her , without breaking her heart ; so it doesn’t matter to her that she’s not always the absolute center of his attention , happy to have as much as she can . “ yeah ! it’s also partially my bad because .. i removed all the smoke detectors . ” giving him the infamous 2009 vma’s kanye shrug , “ then .. then perhaps i removed the door , so sims hella couldn’t rush in to save you . opps ? ” her giggle is loud , until he begins to speak again - circling back to her nonsense . “ you really think so ? that’s the best compliment i’ve ever received - you think i am real . ya , i don’t have time for existential crisis , fuck the .. red pill . ” for someone who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about how people perceive her , the boy’s opinion on hella is pretty influential , ironic . “ i got a new pet , you want to meet him ? ”

[bellamyblako]

[lcighz-blog]

@ofhella

[ofhella]

hicyrus‌

smoke flowed from his lips as one hand held a piece of the play kitchen and the other held a cigarette between fingers. hella was one of the only people that cyrus knew he could never get tired of, which is most of the reason they broke up; they were just so similar, and both very anti-emotion. they were much better as best friends than lovers. “so… he was basically saying your gee is the muffin, and his.. stuff is the butter.” the other attempted to make sense of the conversation with a horribly disgusted look on his face. “hey, hey, hey — no, wait!” cyrus scrambled onto his hands and knees to crawl over to hella. “there’s pictures…” he paused, pointing to the step they were on, “well, shit. that’s confusing as anythin, isn’t it? .. i mean, we can still make tea.”

it’s funny how cyrus is her home ; she’s not sure when it exactly happened or how she ended up devoting a huge chunk of her heart to them . she is not complaining either - whether they’re her partner or just best friend , having them is .. more than enough ( which says a lot , since she’s never been the one to settle for enough ) . “ i know , right ?? i felt so bad . it took me the longest to understand . ” she lets out a sigh , trying to find a more comfortable position to sit , good thing she has the softest carpets ever . “ i don’t know why i thought we could do this by ourselves , ” she yawns , instinctively reaching out to pinch cyrus’ cheek . “ okie dokie artichokie, fuck this - we will have our tea or else ! ” the faux confidence getting easier to detect , she bubbles , chest raised & head high . “ or not tea ? i don’t care , you choose . hey - are you staying over tonight ? we can go out together ? ”

[cosmogyrcl]

𝕔𝕪𝕣𝕦𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 on instagram ˚・• ∙✧･ﾟ: *

[ofhella]

lcighz

another night, another show ! — that’s what leigh kept telling himself, and it was funny because he loved to be on stage. he became a different person on stage, but off stage he hated the anticipation of waiting for the opening acts to perform. it was weird that his band had opening acts, as if the beginnings of their music career hadn’t happened, except he’ll never forget the struggle of trying to get places to have them play. the screaming girls saying his name was once foreign to him, now they’re just white noise he’s learned to look over and give small smiles to or just looks. for most of the night he had been waiting, he was staying inside the dressing room - which for the place it was, was rather nice in comparison to where he used to play. their dressing rooms used to be an unkept men’s bathroom with some water bottles. leigh had time to kill before he really had to look for the rest of the band and get on stage. becoming rather flustered, he grabbed an unopened water bottle, poking his head out of the room – looking side to side to make sure the coast was clear before actually taking his time to see what was going on backstage. it wasn’t the best of places, but it wasn’t the worst, as long as people liked his music, that’s all that really mattered. the more he walked, it was hard to block out the screams from the fans at the entrance to the backstage. in the matter of seconds, he had to mentally prepare himself for those screams to get even louder if they had spotted him. a hand ran through his raven coloured locks as he looked forward, holding his breath when he heard women of every age call his name. leigh was ready to make a break for it backwards from where he came from, not even noticing hella jumping, and he probably wouldn’t have unless his manager caught his arm and told him about a girl telling the bouncer about who she was ‘ hella florence larsen. ‘ that name was definitely familiar and leigh’s inner voice groaned because now he had to walk over to the bouncer, and there she was … the jumping shrimp he’d grown to call his friend. leigh quickly told the bouncer to let her in and extended a hand to get her, except of course there were fans trying to get at him at the same time. in the matter of seconds it became chaotic and all he really saw/felt was himself being pulled bad and hella being pushed towards him. “ you’re so lucky i caught you. “ he told the petite female as he held her shoulders after being practically thrown at him. “ are you okay ? “

nights like this one makes hella feel alive -- slightly out of her comfort zone ( if there’s such a thing with the little beast ) , yet somehow , kind of blue . she would never let him know that , but leigh has always had a calming effect on her anyway . she blames him for the sadness that washes over her ; as his friend , her first duty is to be happy about his achievements . but then she’s left all alone with the fact .. that she has nothing . nothing she feels passionate about , like leigh has his music . intoxicated to the bone , the dizziness slows her movements , resembling a baby , trying to learn how to walk . “ i sell his hair online girls , follow me on insta ! ” she yells to the sea of young girls , ready to devour him . it’s kind of scary , hella thinks , being on display , all the time . she’s no stranger to the feeling though , thanks to her parents . as a kid , she had to endure shit like this one , or sometimes even worse , but at the time , it all felt like a game to her . mommy was a spy , and she had to outrun the crazy mob . there were no ties between reality & what was happening , and truth to be told ,  hells liked it better then . snapping out of her trans mode comes easily , “ my hero ! ” she chirps , holding his ( next to hers ) gigantic hand with her both , squeezing faintly . “ i practised my cheering , you want to listen ? ” without waiting for a response , she takes a step back , getting closer to the wall . hands thrown to the air , light brunette locks dance as she rocks her head , trying to create a genuine concert experience . “ L E I G H , leigh ! that’s my friend ! I SELL HIS HAIR ONLINE ! woohoo ! ” in seconds , she’s back to her usual self ( the one .. where she acts slightly normal ) , beaming . “ you like it ? ” 

[ofhella]

𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 sent to @wydmariana

𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: at this point im not even sure if we’re on speaking terms because . let’s be honest ,, i haven’t seen you ages . 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: but ! yesterday i got my weekly facial and i was # feeling myself so i got our favourite mask as well . didn’t sit with me right doing it without you . it’s weird .  𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: i KINDA miss you

[huntersmaya-blog]

[cosmogyrcl]

@ofhella

[c-sand]

Let me just say something. Because, once we get into this, I’m gonna get all uncomfortable and probably make some stupid joke…I just want to say that I…I love you…and I’m gonna miss you…and I’m so sad that you’re leaving. 

                                          Oh, you know what?…Let’s not say anything else. I love you.

[ofhella]

@venturcs

[ofhella]

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓  @hicyrus​

“ .. and he texted me , saying ‘ do you need butter for your muffin ? ’ and i was like , ew , no , i’m vegan . ”  she needs to have a quick glance on them ( maybe to reassure herself , or to make sure she’s not being a bore ) over the instructions booklet she’s been reading . “ then i was like , why does this ‘ butter your muffin ’ thing is so .. familiar ? then i finally got it ! can you believe he was quoting mean girls to me ? ” she says , an impressed smile lights up her face , for just a second before it’s replaced by disgust . “ then it all went shitty because i said ‘ aha it’s my favourite movie ! ’ and he didn’t even understand . that’s when i understood he wasn’t quoting mean girls . he was just being .. ew . ” going over the same page for the fourth time , she reads the last sentence in a whisper , clearly annoyed . “ i don’t understand shit , cy . i give up . ” she throws the ikea assembly instruction booklet for a children’s play kitchen , duktig , over her shoulder , eyeing the mess she’s created on her bedroom floor . “ no tea party for us . i’m sorry . ”

[ofhella]

𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 sent to  @reignxnova

𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: guess what i did today !! 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: i bet you can’t guess sjfhjkjskd 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: i .. i .. 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: i auditioned for a broadway show !!!!! 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪: i’m 99.9 % sure i’ll get the part :-)

[ofhella]

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @venturcs

tick , tock . tick , tock . hella doesn’t blink , as long as she can endure the burning sensation - waiting for the time to stop for her . it doesn’t . oh , well . “ you know , ” her voice is calm , an absent-minded look dominating her pale face . “ i don’t think we exist . like . i’m probably not real . but my cat ? she is real . i know that , like , for sure . ” hella rises from the soft cushions , shrugging . “ wouldn’t it be cool to know ? ” clearly amused ( or proud , can’t be sure ) by the intelligent conversation she’s offering , the extended hand stops near the male’s face . bop . she smacks her lips together as hovered finger presses against his pointy nose , a loud giggle filling the distance between  them . “ got the idea while i was playing sims - i created us ! we were roommates . until .. until you decided to cook . ” brunette sulks , still giggling . “ needless to say , sims hella is looking for a new roommate , the old one is .. a burnt chicken now . ”   

[ofhella]

lcighz‌

how flossie always managed to jumble his own thoughts, he didnt know, but also needed to hire a scientist to figure out why. “ when have i ever asked you to smell me ? “ he wondered, considering cologne, and just smelling good was part of who he was. “ that sounds more something you would ask. “ he pointed out, since for as long as he knew her, she’d have different requests – sometimes they don’t always make sense. “ you can’t take back what i already know. “ leigh said, managing a small grin because he knew he was right and she wasn’t. “ the only way i’d be able to smell you is if we hugged or — “ he stopped mid sentence, holding his hands out. “ doesn’t mean I want a hug. “ he explained quickly, feeling like she would try to pounce on him, and he wouldn’t put anything past her at this point.

“ you just did . like .. a minute ago ? ” it’s not a lie , she’s confused . well , truth to be told , it’s not his fault -- hella has three permanent moods , confusion being the third . a radiant smile lights up her face with the mention of a hug , corners of plumb lips curling into a rather childishly mischievous grin . “ LEIGH ! oh god , you’re so sweet ! ” being petite is to her advantage , she jumps from her chair in a matter of seconds , on her way to his grumpy friend’s arms . “ you WANT a hug , ” flossie says , giggling , index finger pointing the male . she knows she doesn’t stand a chance against him ,  but wouldn’t give up without a fight either . doing her best , she awkwardly jumps on the male as if he’s a stiff tree , slim legs locked to his to prevent the inevitable fall . “ don’t be shy ! ” 

[ofhella]

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @calliopxs

thirty minutes spent just by staring at her empty wall , waiting for her super-powers to kick in & create a gate to an alternative universe . thirty-one minutes . it’s probably not going to work , hella thinks to herself , head dangling from the end of her queen sized bed . manicured fingers reach for her iphone , only to meet the inevitable : she’s fucking late . throwing an over-sized dress on , hair in the messiest bun possible , she heads for the frozen yogurt shop to meet the second half of the dynamic duo . brunette lets out a loud laugh , waving to her friend , signalling her late arrival . “ i’m a wattpad girl , callie ! come & get me before harry comes out of the bushes and snatches me . you know i’m not fit for the working life ! ”

[ofhella]

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @lcighz

flashback , eleven months ago , a dive-bar . 

well . the place is definitely not her style , but who is she to judge anyway ? tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear , the young brunette picks on her perfectly manicured nails , eyes wondering off to the sea of crowd . the noise is hard to handle , almost deafening , but it’s the cost of befriending a rock star , right ? fifth ‘ skinny bitch ’ running through her veins ,  she leaves her seat to find the backstage , where her friend should be waiting her , preferably , with a surprise . “ excuse me ! coming through ! please don’t - don’t push !! KARMA WILL GET TO YOU , mister !! ” it’s her high pitched voice & furrowed , bushy eyebrows that give her away , resembling a crazy groupie - “ i need to get there , ” hands resting on narrow hips , she points to the back , hoping the bouncer will not ask any questions . not happening . dammit . “ no you don’t understand , sir , ” she  clicks her tongue , “ leigh is MY friend . of course i’m not making this up , he’s writing a song about me ! people are going to have their first dance to it , okay ? song of the century , staring hella florence larsen . please , ” a-ha . there he is , so close but far away . “leigh ! leigh ! ” screaming as if she is being slaughtered , the petite one jumps & jumps , hoping he can spot her ( more importantly , he will not pretend not to see her ) behind the gigantic man blocking the view . 

[chelseaperetti]

[ofhella]

@venturcs

[ofhella]

lcighz‌

leigh … could not even compute what just happened, but of course he shouldn’t even be surprised — yet he always was. “ did you just smell me ? “ the question coming off his lips sounded ridiculous that his brows furrowed wondering if he had really asked that. “ now you want me to smell you ? “ he asked yet another question that he couldn’t believe. “ if i can’t smell it from here, it’s not good body wash. “ leigh told her, hoping that would get him out of the jam of having to smell her. 

“ i don’t understand , ” she says , the ghost of the childish smile still lingering on her face . “ when you said all those things about showering .. i thought you wanted me to smell you , ” the disappointment is real , she’s not letting him win , not like he usually does . “ ay , stop being a meanie ! do you want me to take the compliments back ? i can do that for sure ! ” her bottom lip sulks , openly sniffing her bare shoulder . “ it took me four hours to do it . you really can’t smell it ? it’s .. it’s honey and lavender . ”

[ofhella]

like this post to get a closed / specialised starter from 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒏 ! if we haven’t plotted , i’ll come to you first !! ( will stop at five if i get that many bc im v v lazy & dumb )