𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒿𝑜𝓇

if i wasn’t me, i can be sure i’d wanna be. i’m pretty MAJOR and i’ll say it out loud. living a, living a fantasy, i live in, i live in my vanity. hey, mom. hey, do you see me now? all i wanna do is what i do well. ain’t a gambler, but honey, i’d put money on myself. all i wanna do is bottle it to sell, ‘cause my brand of v a i n g l o r y is much better for your health. ha ha, funny me, life of the party, vip. look at them, look at them liking me! look at them, look, what a sight to see! so hot, they be wiping me down. who now could it be, calling the paparazzi? well, since you’re here now, baby, fire away.

[priiscilas-blog1]

i'm back on mobile now although hopefully i can get on a computer tomorrow! feel free to hit me up so we can plot either here or discord tho pls everyone!

[priiscilas-blog1]

        her kiss burns like whiskey

her touch trails fire

                       her eyes burn brighter than the C I T Y light

       she’s a girl ( ablaze )

                                 who flames like the SUN

     the moon & stars 

                                     she will i g n i t e

✩ * º aesthetics ❀ PRISCILA FREITAS. ( musician & feminist—possibly the world’s dumbest genius. )

[priiscilas-blog1]

“do you really think so?” queried priscila. she hoped it didn’t sound too obviously a genuine question. not everyone, whether in real life or hollywood, was as nice as lana. this made lana sort of perfect in pri’s eyes, and so she felt insanely pressured to be exemplary in some form herself. “i mean, not to give myself too much credit, but you’re right. i don’t think everyone who records for my manager gets her thumbs-up. even if she’s just being effusive…. but that’s absolutely nothing compared to rose quartz, god!” she said all of it with much more confidence than she felt. although it wasn’t an all-or-nothing situation, failing to acquire a grammy nomination wasn’t something.

[hqmartinez]

“Anyone else love how all the scrubs you used to go to school with suddenly tryin to act like you were tight with them?” Judas chuckles, scrolling through the endless messages in his Facebook inbox from past flings, high-school classmates, and people who once would not have given him the time of day. 

[priiscilas-blog1]

Pri snorted, commiserating. “Oh, yeah,” she said. “When they’re not busy setting themselves up for a libel lawsuit from me, I hear shit like ‘GIRL REVEALS THAT PRISCILA FREITAS’ SONG IS ABOUT HER’. Like, L-M-A-O. Just because I’m bi doesn’t mean I was secretly in love with every girl I knew in middle school, calm down. Especially not prejudiced people.” 

[dvmelliet]

Liana popped behind the counter of the bar when the bartender moved down to attend to a few other customers. Pouring a shot for herself, she downed it and filled up another glass, sliding it in front of the first person Liana spotted. “If I didn’t get into the music industry – I swear, I would be a bartender. Then again – I’d probably end up spitting in more than half of the drinks.” A smirk then formed on her lips, leaning against the bar. 

[priiscilas-blog1]

Pri nodded. There was nothing wrong at all with being a bartender; however, the concept of her being confined to such an occupation, for which she had no passion, was terrifying. “So would I, really. I was studying to become a nurse before I moved here, but I did some side-jobs. As somebody who’s been in both retail and a diner staff, I can attest that customer service is frequently hell.”

[priiscilas-blog1]

minarhees:

WHEN MINA HEARS THE NEWS, her mouth opens into an ‘o’ before she yells and throws her arms around her friend. ❝ oh my god, that’s amazing, pri! ❞ she exclaims. she gets up from when they were sitting on her bed and goes towards her closet. ❝ we should go out and celebrate! ❞

“it’s not—!” she’s too giddy to finish protesting. she doesn’t want to, really — mina is a ray of sunshine to her, and she wishes she could leave the buoyant atmosphere untouched. “it was probably just a way of saying i’m pretty good for an amateur.” she pauses shyly for a moment. “i made it sound so big, but.... ah, fuck it! let’s still go out!” she pretty damn nearly jumps up from her bed. “i bought soooo many clothes the past few days,” she says, her voice lower as though confessing. “you can borrow anything from there!” 

[priiscilas-blog1]

✩ * º MUSIC UPDATE: i said maybehhh you’re gonna be the one that saves mehhhh PRISCILA FREITAS covers “ FIREFLIES “ by owl city.

You would not believe your ears if one Latina starlet sweetheart covered Owl City’s “Fireflies”. Priscila Freitas certainly lit up YouTube’s music scene when she uploaded a jazz-infused rendition of the 2009 hit yesterday. As she single-handedly providing instrumentals on the electric keyboard and satin-smooth vocals, we could scarcely discern her profound motivations in covering “Fireflies”. “Like Adam Young [real name of Owl City], I have quite the insomnia problem myself. I’ve been struggling with sleep for a long time,” Priscila states in the video’s opening spiel.

[priiscilas-blog1]

rickyrojas:

“ i’m not surprised, ” rick answered, doing his best to at least wait one beat before he made a cocky comment. he let it linger in the air, near enough a compliment before he couldn’t hold back any longer from adding, “ that’s what happens when people are in the studio with me.” he leant back with a smug grin in his spinning chair, “ and when they all lose to me too, i’ll make sure to mention you in my speech, ” he replied with equal dramatics. he didn’t yet actually have an album out yet but there was already a lot of buzz surrounding his first release and he was never one to aim for anything but first place, maybe he would finally be considered for a grammy for a project that had his name front and centre.

she took the bait. “oh, it was just —....” she trailed off her effusive response when he resumed speaking. “ah.” she tried to laugh it off. “yeah, you better mention me. a gorgeous, talented woman like myself deserves to be a muse of yours.” under her breath, she muttered in portuguese, “don't you steal your f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ music, though?" she didn't know whether she wanted him to ask her what she just said; she was dreading a confrontation, but something was making her feel audacious.

[priiscilas-blog1]

hqimani:

“no way? that’s wild, congrats!” imani applauded gently, the smile beaming back at the other. she laughed at the other’s jokes about losing, “honestly, it’d be an honor to lose to any of them. even being nominated for a grammy is a crazy accomplishment.”

“i know!” pri nearly squealed, throwing her hands on her mouth to cover her giddy grin. she briskly made an effort to recollect herself, however. “but it’s not, you know — definitive. i bet he was just saying it, like, as an expression, just figuratively, just a way of saying ‘it’s quite good for a rookie’, but even if he was saying he’d submit it, it’s just a submission; i probably will have to wait until next year or two years from now before it meets the deadline.” her mood declined substantially; she felt as though she'd inflated the achievement, if it even was one. “i bet your career's where it's at, really. any chance you can sneak me a preview of something you're working on? tremendous fan right here.”

[priiscilas-blog1]

"your dedication to the craft is most worthy of admiration," she replied, not even being sarcastic. "to give myself credit, though, i did attempt to work despite my hangover. but when i sat down to write some song lyrics, all i could come up with was 'your eyes are brown... like ibuprofen.’" ibuprofen being a known cure for hangovers. "‘your coat is white... like ibuprofen.’ ‘your heart is cold. your heart is tough.’” she paused for comedic effect. " “  ‘...like ibuprofen.’ it was a creatively stifling hangover for me.”

[priiscilas-blog1]

it was a good week. priscila was experiencing days where using sleeping pills mostly only did what they were designed to do. the sun was shining — she noticed that every time it occurred, of course, but in this instance it felt right. with a pizza delivery on its way, she waited in the living room for zach to visit. she'd texted him, invited him to a pizza-and-movie day. she was yet to read his reply (if he replied at all), but her mind was racing to imagine how amazing their hangout would be. it would be properly amazing; it would be as right as the sunshine. then, she realized she was getting her hopes far too high. he may not have even replied, she reminded herself. (but suppose he was visiting, he would be at her doorstep any second now.)

@wvlfe

[priiscilas-blog1]

"ugh!" exclaimed pri, about to launch into a rant to her dear new friend charlie. she was deep within the comments section of a youtube video when she came across a debate thread. it featured different opinions, and the one that provoked her enough went: "that charlie and priscilla (sic) look like they spend way too much time in front of their mirrors to be 'intelligent', lmao". pri showed her the comment. "it's so ignorant! it's bad enough when boys say this stupid shit, but this is from a girl." she sighed. "but we would never let the haters get in the way of us, right? i mean, not because i'm forcing you to stay my friend — absolutely not. just as feminists, i mean."

@ftcharlies

[priiscilas-blog1]

✩ * º E╳CLUSIVE! — zach wolfe’s secret former flame?

rumour has it that up and coming stars priscila freitas and zach wolfe were once two lovebirds thanks to this fan screenshot of a post that appeared in priscila's facebook memories. what a shame that it came crashing to an end. we know little as to how the pair stand now but we're intrigued to find out. watch this space !

thank you so much for the description, @wvlfe ! ( @viralgossip )

[priiscilas-blog1]

pri tapped “end call” on her phone and turned to face a peer in her proximity. “so my manager just told me my album is totally worthy of getting submitted for grammy consideration.” she appreciated it, she truly did. but her insecurity was compelling her to make an incredulous, self-deprecating joke. “imagine if i get nominated.” she put on an exaggerated and obviously fake expression of shock. “i lost to beyoncé, bruno mars, and adele?! i can’t believe it! say it isn’t so!” she giggled, knowing she was far behind those names in terms of fame and grammy cred.

[jvimebrooks-deactivated20180505]

              his vision somehow was still a bit blurry from the night at the delilah, if that was even possible. he blinked, trying to focus his sight, words slipping from his tongue “ i don’t remember a thing from that night. that’s fucked up. ” rubbing his eyes, he tried to focus on the other’s face, a small smile appearing over his features “ was your night at least decent? ”

[priiscilas-blog1]

            priscila responded to his question with a small laugh. “i feel horrible.” but she’s had much worse days; this was actually a nice deviation from considerably many mornings she’s had. “but i fucking slept. i slept like a rock.” she took a sip from a large glass of water. “how about you?”

[priiscilas-blog1]

hello everyone!!!! i’m kiki, 18, from the gmt and i can’t wait to rp with y'all! this is my brazilian-american nerd beauty priscila, pri, whatever u wanna call her! smash that mf like if you wanna plot or even just chat tbh. there’s information about her under the cut!

she comes from a somewhat big, fairly tight-knit family of immigrants from brazil. most of them, including pri's parents, weren't exactly rich. they were middle-class, sometimes lower-middle. pri never complained, admiring her predecessors for their strength and zeal. however, her parents were verbally and emotionally abusive.

she's a certified genius. massive iq and all that. she received a number of offers from prestigious universities, but turned them down after her parents' objections. they consider her voracious appetite for learning ultimately excessive and unhelpful. she likes to learn even impractical things. they didn't think going to a prestigious university would be worth the money they would spend on it, even if she got a scholarship. 

she has A Ton of anxiety, but is forcing herself to go out there and act confident and have fun despite her fears. she knows she's blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and she wants to!!! experience romance, experience parties, experience ride-or-die friends, the works.

she's been posting her own music online since she was seventeen, but didn't get signed to a music deal until a few years later. her music is pretty soulful and just catchy, high-energy bops mostly.

her pent-up anxiety and misc problems have led to her becoming a functional addict, unfortunately. she’s hooked on sleeping pills, but either doesn’t want to recognize that she is or just doesn’t want to do anything about it on other days. it reduces her nervousness, but also makes her volatile and unstable and is just... it’s not good for her!!!

she’s naturally funny as hell, though. she loves to laugh, to the point that she’s the type to send memes if you try to sext her ngl lmsdfsod

come plot with me i’ll love u down adjfjsdfk i’m hyped!?

[fukkce]