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parkerdustinparker:

Okay I’m not gonna lie I don’t really get the point but those things kinda sound fun. I’d do like an ocean theme and a space ship theme, it’d be cooler than yours.

It’s like equal parts planner, journal and sketch book and it is both literally and figuratively my life.

#c: dustin

parkerdustinparker:

That was a really beautiful and inspiring speech but it doesn’t sound like you even have time to spend with me. You should bullet “Dustin” into that journal.

We need to have plans for you to get your very own bullet. So when are we doing this thing?

#c: dustin

parkerdustinparker:

No percent of that is hanging out with me… and that just seems wrong.

No percent of your time is spent hanging out with me either, Parker. Friendship is a two way street. We’re supposed to change the things we can’t accept so maybe you should get on that.

#c: dustin

brycewtf:

“Wow… that’s, uh, real classy,” he said a prominent scowl on his face. “It’s really impressive how you can just let things go though,” he added sarcastically, “but seriously I need a pencil.” He did and he could probably ask whoever sat next to him in class when he got there but now it was more about much more than that.

Ophelia gave a little shrug, hardly able to contain the smile that spread onto her lips. “Easy going Ophelia Jacobs. That’s what the kids at school call me,” she leaned up against her locker and just watched the boy for a moment, mostly expecting him to just give up and go away. “Seriously, I don’t have one.” It was a bad lie and she knew it. Anyone who had known Ophelia for more than ten minutes knew she always had at least one pencil on her, and Bryce we no exception.

#c: bryce

blakybutlikeblake:

“Oh thank god,” she commented the only thing worse than being the new girl would be being the new girl who walked into class halfway through. “I thought there wouldn’t be anyone out here anymore and I’d have to walk around lost forever,” exaggerations were what she did best. She nodded shrugging her shoulders at the girl “Yeah, I know it’s weird… I just moved back to Canada though and I guess it wasn’t a huge deal cus I sort of did weird homeschooling stuff so my credits are sort of funny. Adjusting is the name of the game.”

Ophelia let out a soft chuckle at the girl’s exaggeration. “Well, I guess it’s lucky for you that I’m so fucking late,” she responded with a quick glance down at her watch. “Speaking of, remind me after class to bring the doctors note I’m about to forge into the office.” The brunette nodded at the girl’s explanation. “Why the move and the decision to go to public school after weird homeschooling stuff?”

#c: blaky

brycewtf:

“Hey, can I barrow a pencil?”

“Oh, yeah,” Ophelia began riffling through her bag in an adamant search. A few moments later she pulled her hand back out of her bag with only her middle finger up. “Sorry, this is all I got,” she responded in a tone of faux apology.

#c: bryce

My life is now 50% laying all over my boyfriend and 50% working on bullet journal layouts. Sometimes those tasks overlap. A lot of the time. A lot of the time they overlap.

#swafstarter #is that the tag?#this is my rp and i dont even know #pathetic

blakybutlikeblake:

Blaky looked at the paper in her hand and then the labeled room numbers in front of the couple doors she could see. She had been here before she realized and yet she somehow had missed the room she was trying to go to, she could have at least moved back to Canada at the beginning of the school year she thought, a whole day of actual school was something she hadn’t been wanting to do. Seeing someone who had yet to make it to their classroom and hoping her little scandal hadn’t gotten this far she called over to them, “Hey! Do you know where room 304 is? First day,” she added in with a small shrug.

Ophelia looked up when she heard someone talking to her. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be in the halls seeing as she was already way too late to class, having already gotten to school late after spending the night at Adam’s. She raised her eyebrows at the unfamiliar looking girl. “Yeah, that’s actually where I was headed,” she responded. “It’s down this way,” she pointed down the next hall. “You transferred right before the last quarter?” she questioned as she lead the way.