(not) the one.

sloane morrow twenty years old ❝ I feel so fake happy, and I bet everybody here is just as insincere. We're all so fake happy But I been doing a good job of makin' 'em think I'm quite alright. But I hope I don't blink. You see its easy when I'm stomping on a beat, but no one sees me when I crawl back underneath. ❞

[ofsloanes]

* SLOANE MORROW // AESTHETIC 001 .

❝ Ice in my H A I R 'cause I'm a cold BITCH. Don't play me. You're the REASON why your soul G L I T C H. ❞

[leecvrter-blog]

lee puckered his lips as he was looking at the old video camera that purred in his hands. his project of filming the people of moon valley had proved to be harder than he thought at first. it had seemed a good idea in his mind, but considering how his least favorite thing in the world was approaching strangers, he was now stuck in the middle of a sidewalk filming people walking past him.

he kept taking his eyes off the camera, trying to figure out a good angle. he was a little perfectionist. the little things made often a huge difference. he finally settled with the thought that the road would look much better when filmed from the other direction, so he turned, and without watching bumped into someone walking by.

“oh i’m so sorry!” the apology came as a reflex. he didn't really have the time to who’d fault it was.

[ofsloanes]

“Watch it—!” Sloane barked back at the boy who did nothing but apologize for his actions. She had been heading home from work, getting off the early morning shift and was tired and not looking to deal with anymore of anyone’s bullshit. She sighed hard and assessed herself slouching the satchel she was carrying higher on her slim shoulder. “It’s fine,” She claimed, tilting her chin upwards. “We all make mistakes... some more than others,” She pointed out and then hooked her hand on her hip. “We’re you just filming me a second ago?” Sloane questioned, pointing at his old camera as casually as she could. “Because I walked by and it really seemed like you were. Isn’t that, like, an invasion of privacy?”

[ofsloanes]

“Well… that’s just perfect, now isn’t it?” Sloane had been working odd jobs for awhile now — ever since she was a pre-teen and decided that her own money was something of a necessity for her. Somehow, lately, she landed being part of the wait staff at one of the local diners, even despite her rough facade. It definitely wasn’t up her alley or even in the realm of what she was really interested in. After all, who’d get joy from picking up after other people and dealing with customers all day? Certainly not Sloane, but she was saving up to take a trip out of town and this was the best she could do with what she had. While she never quite looked pristine or like she could never do any wrong, she stood in the doorway of the entrance of the alien-themed restaurant with an unlit cigarette in her mouth as she was headed on her way outside. Her eyes widened when she saw who exactly was about to enter, but tried not to let on that she had been startled. Sloane didn’t quite get along with most people. “Did you need me for something?” She asked with a rather monotone voice. “Because we both know that you’re probably not wanting to see me, and I’m trying to enjoy my break and you might just be ruining that too.” She sighed, although she would have to probably serve them once she was off her little break because that was her job. She was stuck in quite the predicament: being the staff to a place someone she wasn’t fond of was visiting. What a drag, she thought to herself.

[lostcap]

“Be careful of that girl, There’s a fire burning behind her eyes. She makes kingdoms fall, and monsters wish they’d never been born. She’s not just a warrior—she is a dragon. And she is not afraid to burn your heaven to the ground.”

— death would be kinder than her touch // k.s. (via worthystevie)

[literatureandfilms]

I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

Death, The Book Thief (via daniellemaries)

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[ofsloanes]

holy shit! did you see that? oh wait, that’s just sloane morrow, the local margaret qualley lookalike. apparently, she’s been in Moon Valley for seven whole years! they’re very farsighted, but also pretty competitive, which is why: attempting to hide tear-stained cheeks, tights with rips in the knees, long black hair, multiple ear piercings, and going to the local sushi bar describes their vibe effortlessly. I wonder what this twenty year old hopes to discover in good ol’ Moon Valley.

i’m back and i’m better. this is my second lil baby, sloane morrow. below is some information on her:

tw: depression, death mention

sloane was born in france and her mother is a travel blogger so she’s gets to see a lot of the world because she tags along with her mom to the different places she blogs about. it’s a curse and a blessing because she doesn’t like staying in one town for too long but she also doesn’t like when people get to know her too well. she likes maintaining a mysterious vibe to her persona.

she’s been in moon valley for seven years though because her mother finally found a spot to settle down and it just so happens to be here in this little desert city. she doesn’t see herself as a ‘townie’ or a ‘tourist’ so she’s got sort of a identity problem.

sloane’s been newly employed at the local alien themed diner as a waitress and she lowkey hates it but she knows she’s got to start supporting herself if she wants to continue the travelling that her mother has sort of given up for the time being.

she believes in aliens and is into conspiracies but she tries to keep her talking about how in depth she can get into them to a minimum. even though if she was judged for something she did, she’d find a way to judge the onlooker ten times harder. she’s a bit ruthless and hard around the edges.

she’s sarcastic af and has a pretty volatile mean-streak in her personality and makes enemies more easily than she makes friends, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have said friends. they’re just harder to come by someone who actually enjoys spending time with the grey cloud that hovers over sloane at all times.

sloane is an only child and her father passed away when she was young and that kind of started the fire under sloane’s mother to start travelling (which was her passion).

she’s open for plots, so if you think your muse would have run into her over the years then please mssg me !! and we’ll figure out a connection between them.

[ofsloanes]

&. BASICS

Full Name: Sloane Angelica Morrow

Nicknames: N/a

Age: Twenty

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Date of Birth: October 24th

Place of Birth: La Rochelle, France

Voice: French accent

Gender & Species: Female & Human

&. MORE BASIC INFO

Languages: English, French

Education: High School

Occupation: Diner Staff

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: Occasionally, Socially, & Depends

&. PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

MBTI: ISFJ

Likes: feeling the sun on her face, pistachios, airplane rides, judging people silently, dancing by herself, knowing exactly where she put something, sleeping with a fan on, sushi, windows computers.

Dislikes: waking up late, big unruly crowds, when her luggage gets lost, spiders, tourists, the taste of chardonnay, roller-coasters, when someone doesn’t understand her, overly nice people.

Five Positive Traits: Farsighted, Adaptable, Focused, Conscientious, Independent

Five Negative Traits: Competitive, Challenging, Blunt, Reactive, Scheming

Other Mentionable Details: Major Depression

&. APPEARANCE

Tattoos: N/a

Piercings: Multiple ear piercings.

Reference Picture: N/a

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“… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.”

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via kalaadandekr)