* // &. ┋ WILD THINGS.

❛ let's dance to joy division, and celebrate the irony. everything is going wrong, but we're so happy. ❜

[okayastrid]

@marceloguey: @tthorsen imu

@tthorsen: @marceloguey imu2 baby

@tthorsen: @marceloguey https://ibb.co/iAyNSv !!

[okayastrid]

@marceloguey: i remember my homie got fired through text one time & he ain't even have free texting. nigga paid 25 cents to get his ass fired #shit

@tthorsen: @marceloguey having fun back home?

[okayastrid]

POTATO POTATO CHING CHONG TOMATO

“What the fuck?”

[okayastrid]

honesty hour!!

[okayastrid]

honesty hour!!

[okayastrid]

@tthorsen: i once kissed a teaching assistant. he was fresh out of college and was in one of my math classes.

@tthorsen: i invited him to one of my parties, didn't think he'd come. he did. kissed him, then he moved to another school.

@tthorsen: no biggie lol @silveroakgossip

[okayastrid]

i know you astrid, you're no goodie two shoes. tweet the truth, admit what bad thing you've done and your secret is safe. -xoxo gossip girl

“Uh sure? Might need reminding on what I did though. I’ve done a lot of things”

[okayastrid]

orange

LET’S DO THIS! 

red: seven insecurities

Her Norweigan (She worries she’s rubbish at it)

Her hair (She has such a unique hair color, she used to be teased for having it when she was younger)

Her looks (All of her confidence is faked, she worries about her looks)

Personality (Worries she’s not clever like her classmates)

Confidence (It’s all faked, she wished she had some real confidence)

Her skin (She thinks she’s too pale)

Not good enough for her romantic partners 

[okayastrid]

Let's try this

red: seven insecurities

orange: six fears

yellow: five turn ons

green: four life goals

blue: three fears

indigo: two weaknesses

violet: one thing you love

[okayastrid]

xkenzieatwood:

okayastrid:

“What’s wrong? I figured you would love this trip.”

“Marcelo, we had a massive argument before we left. I think he hates me now”.

[okayastrid]

queen-tris-ryan:

okayastrid:

“Hey, turn that frown upside down, Snow White! How can I cheer you up?”

“I'll try, I'm just feeling a little sad that's all. Ice-cream and cute French boys?"

[okayastrid]

walkerliam:

okayastrid:

“I was going to agree but it wasn’t a trip I was completely looking forward to.”

“Glad someone else feels the same way. It’s been pretty rubbish so far. What’s up with you?”

[okayastrid]

taehyo-yeon:

okayastrid:

Josie looked at the girl. “Child, stop complaining, and go outside.”

“No! I want to stay in my room and wallow” Astrid replies, she really was feeling sorry for herself.

[okayastrid]

“I was looking forward to France” Astrid lets out a heavy sigh. “Now I just want to go home”. 

[okayastrid]

dtf-marcelo:

okayastrid:

In a normal situation, Marcelo would’ve maintained his calm, but this wasn’t a normal situation. He was coked out of his mind, and cocaine with pushiness wasn’t a good combination. “I’m going through some shit right now.” he snapped, not wanting to tell her what was going on. She wouldn’t give a fuck that he locked himself in his room and was skipping classes all because his dad got shot back in Mexico. And the worst part was, he couldn’t even go to his funeral. He couldn’t even go to the France trip, he was stuck, and he hated it. He hated his immigration situation so much. How pathetic would it be if he told her ‘my dad, the last person I had, fucking died and I’ve locked myself in my room to deprive myself from social gatherings and communication and have done nothing but snort coke and smoke to try and forget’, how stupid would he sound? He let out a sigh. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Fuck, I’m just not in the best place Astrid! Can’t you get that?” he wiped at his nose with the towel, glad that the bleeding was going down.

Astrid could tell something was up and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. “That’s not an excuse Marcelo. You could’ve at least sent me a text” She replied, a cold tone evident in her voice. “We’re a couple. We’re meant to take on the bad shit together” She tells the male, it was true. Astrid wanted him to be able to tell he when he was feeling bad like this. She wanted to be able to help. Her hands stay folded. She felt hurt, hurt that he couldn’t come and talk to her. She watched the boy, he was still handsome even when he was angry. She was so in love with him. But this wasn’t going to work if he couldn’t tell her things. The blonde bites down on her bottom lip, “Again that’s not an excuse. You’ve had me worried for a month. I thought you were dead! I thought you’d done a runner” Tears started splattering her cheeks. She was trying to stay strong. “I’m your fucking girlfriend, if shit happens your meant to tell me” Astrid says, “I love you and I just what to help you”. 

[okayastrid]

dtf-marcelo:

okayastrid:

Marcelo was already on his eighth line of coke, completely tweaked out already. His lips twitched, his mouth and nose were numb, and he felt energetic as hell. He felt like punching stuff, he was lonely and depressed and he was binging, and honestly? He was just a mess in general. He hears a bang on the door then Astrid’s voice. “Fuck.” he mutters to himself, running his hand underneath his nose. He quickly hides all the stuff from his desk and gets up to answer the door. Opening it, he feels something running down his nose. Bringing his hand up to feel what it is, he draws it back to realize his nose is bleeding. He knows Astrid hates blood so he looks away from her and grabs a towel, wiping his nose. “Nows not the best time…”

Astrid banged on the door again, waiting for Marcelo to appear and give her the answers she needed. Arms folded, cold look on her face, the blonde waited. She was going to leave until he answered the door. She begins to tap her foot on the ground, what was he doing? Then the door opens and there he is with a bleeding nose. Astrid tries to ingore the funny feeling in her stomach as she sees the blood, she wasn’t going to let something small get in the way of this. She pushes past him, “I don’t care” Astrid replies asshe enters his room. “Where the fuck have you been?” Astrid asks, trying to keep calm. “You better have a good reason for leaving me on my own for a month without a word” She carries on. “And you where pissed at me for leaving for what two days?”

[okayastrid]

@dtf-marcelo

It had been a month, a very lonely month. No calls, no texts no snapchats. Astrid was worried, worried and mad. Where was he? Had he left school? Had he pulled a Mason and just decided to leave. She couldn’t deal with that. The blonde needed answers, she was sick of waiting. She stands outside his dorm room and bangs on the door. “Marcelo? I know your there” Astrid calls.