untouchable

s a d to the core every d a y is a chore when you give, I want more I want to be adored ♥ var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5212668"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1= &e2= &r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[romysawyer-blog]

Charlotte was usually alert but for some reason, she couldn’t be bothered with paying attention to anything anyone was saying to her today. The brown haired beauty’s mind was in a hundred different places at the moment, nothing serious however being someone who fretted over the tiniest of mistakes, [no doubt was she a perfectionist] it stuck in her mind. Hearing what might have been a question in her mind finally caught her attention, causing her to just say, “Oh, Sure, I think.”

[okbecker-blog1]

She raised a brow at the girl’s answer to her question -- she’d asked how her day was, if she’d done anything exciting today, expecting to actually learn something about her housemate. But it was quite obvious that Charlotte was in her own little world -- either that, or she wasn’t interested in having a conversation with her. “Earth to Charlotte?” She dropped her head, thinking that the latter was a high possibility with her track record lately. Her voice was flat, “you think you did something fun. It that hard to remember? Yeah, my day was great too, thanks.”

[ofstolarz-deactivated20231005]

Eliora had just gotten back from night classes at the University. She knew it extremely late into the night, considering the school was a few hours away. The petite girl was prepared to call it a night. She made her way through the door with her backpack moving from side to side making noises. Which made her scrunch her nose and bite down on her lip at the sight of the other on the couch, trying not to wake her. Not doing a good job on keeping quiet, of course. “Oh dear, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but it’s eleven pm.”

[okbecker-blog1]

“No, it’s fine -- if not you, someone else probably would have,” it was one of many downsides of living in a house full of so many people -- quiet was a rarity, and it didn’t help that she was an incredibly light sleeper. She yawned, reaching for a throw blanket that had fallen onto the floor and pulling it around her shoulders. Karlee nodded toward the backpack. “You just get home? It’s pretty late.”

[lcila-blog]

“yeah, what good that’ll do now, huh?” rolling her eyes as she sat back on he couch, leila didn’t know why she even bothered studying anywhere outside the library at this point. “you know you have a room for sleeping, right? instead of getting in everyone’s way down here?” 

[okbecker-blog1]

“Yeah, huh.” Karlee’s feet were already turned toward the door, ready to leave at any moment. Half of her had wanted to stay and finish her movie, but -- well, Leila was here now. “Yeah, I know how houses work, thank you. This room has a TV and didn’t have anyone else in it, unlike my room -- until you came along. You know that there are a million other rooms you could have gone in, right? I was here first.”

[altgraysons-deactivated20160220]

grayson wasn’t trying to start anything, but when he tripped over the cord of a lamp and sent it flying off the table, he paused, staying down on the ground. he knew someone was sleeping on the couch and was hoping to tip toe through to the kitchen. he looked to the lamp, thanking god that it hadn’t broken and sighed when he saw none other than karlee sitting up from the couch, “i’m really sorry, it was just the lamp,” he stood up, picking up the lamp to place it back on the table, “it’s close to two am.”

[okbecker-blog1]

She reached over to the table, making an attempt for light as she tried to find the lamp that clearly wasn’t there. Karlee sighed when she couldn’t find it, opting to just sit back down on the couch and try to make out who was now speaking to her. Grayson. “It’s fine,” she mumbled -- in her half-asleep state, she decided that being annoyed with him now was just too much effort. It’s not like it was her lamp. “I must’ve been asleep for like, six hours. Probably a good thing someone woke me up.” Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she yawned. “What’re you doing up so late?”

[lcila-blog]

“that’s what you’ll fucking wake up to,” she huffed, sliding the glass she had just placed onto the table further away from her. “i mean, damn, i can drop a god damn vase in here and i got nothing from you, but the second i put a glass down, you’re up. and here i was actually trying to be considerate.” her attention never leaving the book in her hands as she went off on her rant. “it’s like noon. why? you missing out on your judgemental’s anonymous?” 

[okbecker-blog1]

She’d already decided that it was too early for this, and kept quiet as she allowed the girl to let it all out, her eyes lowering to the ground at the last statement. It was a little bit embarrassing for that trait to be pointed out to her. "Whoa, sorry -- next time I’ll just stay asleep so I don’t interrupt your day,” she snapped, but that was all she had in her. 

[okbecker-blog1]

It was her one day off this week -- she’d been working non-stop, had stayed up for half the night yet again -- and her body was exhausted. She’d been so ready to just take it easy. Somewhere in the middle of her romantic comedy she’d passed out -- only to be woken up a few hours later, in a daze, not even entirely sure where she was just yet. Karlee forced herself up and off the couch, turning toward the source of the noise. “What was that? What time is it?”

[alinarps]

THE AESTHETIC SERIES » THE INNOCENT.

“She loved freely and wholly until she had nothing. And even then, she loved.”

[altgraysons-deactivated20160220]

“considering that you’re bringing me down already with this conversation,” grayson rolled his eyes, not picking up the rest of her sentence as he shifted before raising an eyebrow at her, “now don’t go getting yourself worked up, beautiful, i don’t see a point in love or romantic connection so, if you don’t mind, you can drone on about that to somebody else. i’m sorry if i can off as lonely, but any loneliness in my life is self-induced and i don’t need you or anyone else to feel sorry for me. you think i feel sorry for myself? i would love for you to have the wakeup call of a lifetime and take a look at the amount of credit i’ve given myself in my past - that should give you a clue of just how sorry i feel for myself.”

[okbecker-blog1]

“I’m just trying to state my opinion. You don’t need to get all snappy on me.” She knew that she was rambling on about things that the boy didn’t care about -- but she didn’t know how else to communicate. And now that he was challenging her, she couldn’t back down. Karlee was just too stubborn, even with topics as meaningless as valentine’s day. “Fine, I’ll go talk to somebody who actually knows how to feel something. You’re certainly giving off that vibe -- okay? We’re not talking about the past, Grayson. I’m talking about how -- how pathetic your whining is today.”

[okbecker-blog1]

text ➞ OPEN

ridley: you + me + the first bad romcom we find on netflix

ridley: deal?

karlee: you're speaking my language

karlee: only if i get final pick though

[wynonna-waverly]

#oh, really?

[olikai-deactivated20160211]

“You’re right,” Oliver replied, surprising even himself. “It is disgusting. It smells bad, tastes worse. It’s a filthy habit, I don’t need anyone to tell me that.”

[okbecker-blog1]

“Okay.” She pulled back, genuinely confused. “Then why do it?”

[slatcrs-blog]

“ im not feeding your awful habits. ” mocking like a five year old was xander’s specialty. “ i’m always alive, i’m never gonna fuckin’ die. i’ll haunt your ass until i get my beer. ” he spoke as he went around checking the other cans scattered around for at least a drop of something. “ it’s not a habit, it’s having a good fuckin’ time. you know what i did last night, karlee ?? i got stoned with one of those things with antlers. that’s what i did.”

[okbecker-blog1]

She stared him down, ignoring the mocking tone and silently wondering how desperate one had to be to search that hard for alcohol. It was a big reason she didn’t try drinking regardless of her curiosity -- she didn’t want to turn into a person that would pass out on the yard. “It’s a habit when it cuts into your day,” Karlee kicked a can at her foot, wide eyed at his next statement. “A thing with antlers -- a deer? Did you get stoned with a deer?”

[okbecker-blog1]

text 💌 karlee

hera: i'm almost definitely not gonna live that long

hera: just speeding up the process

karlee: how inspiring

[okbecker-blog1]

text 💌 karlee

hera: it certainly is

hera: my idea of fun is not being able to remember my own name

karlee: you can also achieve that when you're like eighty

[sbastians-blog1]

“ ah– karlee, karlee. not everything it seems like it, huh ? haven’t ye’ seen that one episode from icarly ? the one where the guy is selling cookies against these girl scouts and they were nothin’ but mean to him ? those are the girl scouts. yes, i’m alright, still shocked of what i saw but i’m fine. ”

[okbecker-blog1]

“No. People always compared me to the one girl on that show because -- well, y’know, my name -- but I’ve never actually seen it. I don’t know, every girl scout I’ve encountered has been super sweet, but maybe there is some dark side we’re not seeing. Probably why my mom never wanted me to join. Good -- I mean, not for them. For you.”

[okbecker-blog1]

text 💌 karlee

hera: you're really gonna make me smoke all this by myself?

hera: can u live a little for once

karlee: or you could just...not.

karlee: is that really what you call living

[altgraysons-deactivated20160220]

“i’m sure that’s a good thing considering. yeah, there’s tons of ways to have fun without taking your clothes off, i’m not saying that, i’m just saying that i like to have fun with my clothes off and you have no right to judge me or anyone who likes it too,” he just rolled his eyes at her face, “ugh, no i’ve heard it all before, and you didn’t say love you said romance so which is it, princess? nah, nah, nah, i wasn’t hinting that i wanted to hang out with you or that i didn’t have anything to do, i’m pretty sure hanging out with you is the last thing on my list.”

[okbecker-blog1]

“Considering what? I can do what I want -- it’s not like I’m barging in and getting in the way of your... fun. I’m just letting you know that I think some of those things shouldn’t just be for fun.” Princess. Karlee returned his eye roll at the nickname -- that one always got on her nerves. “Both? If you don’t have a romantic connection, then another love is just the next step down. Or even somebody who’s lonely, like you’re acting -- if you don’t want a pity date, stop throwing yourself such a huge pity party. It’s not like I offered for my sake.”