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in the attic of her body she kept secrets she couldn’t speak about until too drunk to keep them, would whisper “i’m dying” right before you fell asleep beside her.   she kept herself tidy. acted whole. made jokes that sometimes settled wrong, but made jokes until her tongue was numb.    there was always a very small delay between something happening and her smile, as if she had to remind herself to pull the strings, and it was agonizing.    she didn’t like the shadows inside her. they tasted of dust and too many nightmares. she didn’t like pouring them into other people’s hands. it was her burden to bear.

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       stay tuned for activity to pick back up. thank y’all for your patience. xo

[my-fancy-world]

[maryloumanizer]

Buying makeup turns me on more than any human could

[imogenpootsdaily]

Careful now…

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╰ ✧ | survivorsheart. ᴡʏɴᴛᴇʀ ʀʜʏᴍᴇs.

        ❝ uh huh          y’sure it’s about the game? ❞ brow takes arise, azure blues shift their attention upon the other. palm flicks racket rapidly, gaze pulls away watching lacrosse team take form to stretches. ❝ okay, i have no room to talk now. do y’see how good those guys look? ❞ a sudden whistle blows, her last name barked grasping. coach approaching rapidly toward the two beginning to scold wynter for wandering eyes. ❝           shit. ❞

       ❛   hey, hey, hey, little less on the accusatory front, big britches   ——   there’s more than one game to be played here, and i fully intend to win all of them.   ❜   while wyn’s warm-up consists of physical exercise, courtney applies a fresh layer of gloss to peach lips before she jolts in response to shrill whistle.   ❛   that could be deemed catcalling in some states, you know !!   check yourself, mister.   you’re old enough to be my daddy   ——   that is, if you’re six feet under and rotting   ——   ❜   if that’s not enough to ward him off, she can and will pull out the crocodile tears.

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╰ ✧ | goldcnheart. ʙᴇɢᴜᴜᴇʟ.

     bullseye. nothing like hitting an assumption right on the nail. vain, vanity was something the soul sucking pagan prided himself on. beneath disguise, many would beg to differ on anything short of handsome. though he’d argue, have you seen toby though. corners tip, smirk caresses carving dimple against cheek plain. ❝ damn right i love myself, you’re in the presence of a god. ❞ which he ain’t even lying. ❝ wouldn’t you like to know, darlin’.  been around for years and years, i’ve picked up a thing or two around the crowds. ❞ there’s fondness, slight adoration for her presence as laughing off harsh reality slipped from poisonous tongue. you won’t catch him heeding yet though. humans are the god’s equivalent of an arachnid  ;  disgusting. how lucky was he bound to an innocent soul like this, again  (  revolting  ). 

                   ❝ don’t you have somewhere to be? nice day like today shouldn’t be wasted, as they say. ❞

       ❛   years and years, huh ?   mm, don’t think old age is something to brag about, but   ——   you do you.   ❜   she shrugs off sly jab with a snicker, attention coaxed to the nice day as punctuated.   and it is, not a cloud in sight as she rocks back and forth on her heels, squinting up at the sun.   ❛   i was actually gonna get ice cream.   it’s raspberry ripple day, ay kay ay the day i spend all my hard-earned savings on delicioso sweet treets.   it’s hot enough for it, don’t ya think ?   ❜   and head will crane to the right as inquisitive eyes regard him: she’s spent her whole life playing the coy child, batting her lashes and twirling her hair, and it isn’t about to stop now that she’s found a grump with a stick up his ass.   courtney cabello’s optimism is an unstoppable force, indeed.

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       she’s almost translucent amidst the rubble, ash coating her lashes and soot staining her cheeks.   she doesn’t remember much except the blaring growl in her stomach that demands she eat.   but food is scarce in the looming apocalypse, and her head is pounding louder than a wardrum. she shakes her head free of dazed conscience, tangled hair a stark contrast to once fashionable days.   she coughs, and her lungs ache in retort, bloodied elbows grazing against concrete to ease herself up.   she fell.   she remembers now, toppling downward to avoid the greedy horde of corpses.   it was run, fight, or die.   she had run.   a scutter alerts her, eyes wide: still as a mouse, she waits, before doing the one thing she’s been taught not to do in countless horror movies.   she calls out.   ❛   ——   h-hello ?   ❜

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       ❛   okay, first of all   ——   ❜   a pause is permitted to pluck another piece of popcorn from the bag, which she aims at her mouth, misses, catches, and gingerly places atop her tongue with the hope her errors haven’t been noticed.   an audible crunch resounds before she speaks again, sauntering aimlessly but gracefully in wedges.   ❛   my aim is not abysmal.   everybody knows carnival firing ranges are always rigged.   so !!   i was actually spot on and deserved the giant tiger plush toy prize for commendable determination and drive.   ❜

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[dailylittleliars]

[robertdeniro]

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        STARTER CALL. click that ❤ for me to jump on into a new text post and throw my bubbly ray of sunshine atcha. she’s a handful, approach with caution. xo.

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                                      what’s the difference between pizza and your opinion?                                                               I ASKED FOR PIZZA.

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“Are you dead?” :[ 3am wake up.

       make-up still skirts cheekbones from last night’s outing, drunken haze leaving her unfit to wipe it off before her impromptu slumber.   familiar vocals coax her back to consciousness, though eyelids struggle to unfasten before checking her surroundings.   ❛   mm?   where’m i ?   ❜   lips smack together, heel of her hand rubbing her eyes and smudging mascara into ebony streaks across her temple.   ❛   i need mcdonald’s and   ——   H20.   a s a p.   ❜

        she’ll prop herself up, elbows hoisting fatigued body to a sitting position before it finally clicks, and a laugh resounds at her own absurdity.   ❛   did i fall asleep in the fucking bathtub ?   wow.   new courtney cabell-low.   ❜   and her pun courses a glint to her eyes, before his shoulder is used as leverage to climb out.   ❛   let’s go, let’s go, let’s go: time is   ...   of the essex !   essence   ...   shit.   i’m still drunk.   ❜   observation is punctuated with a stumble devoid of grace: annnnd she’s back to square one, body limp and giggling on tiled floor.

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( text; cabello. ) i lost busta. ( text; cabello. ) come help me find him! ( text; cabello. ) ... at the cinema.

( text → grimes ) ... oh my god( text → grimes ) just you watch( text → grimes ) he’s gonna come running out with a roll of film reel in his mouth xoxo

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"Our waiter is so hot." :\

       don’t make it obvious, she tells herself as she peers through darkened sunglasses.   frankly, she couldn’t agree more   ——   stubble casting shadows over his jawbone, she has to bite her tongue to retain any vulgar comments from spilling.   courtney’s never been abashed about sexuality, and it isn’t about to start now.   tongue pinches between pearly whites with admiration, and brows raise as she urges the other to turn around and look over her chair.   ❛   trust me   ——   he’s even better looking from behind.   ❜