LOSING MY RELIGION.

RILEY GOLDSTEIN. xxvii. nyc institute for jewish wixen alumna. personal assistant to ingrid wilkinson - stone. part of that goldstein family & proud. failed poet & author. · · · · ❝ Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. ❞

[hellboundheart]

[rileygoldstein]

fidelius-x:

It was Peach’s first time at the annual New York Ghost gala, and she was ecstatic. She dreamt of attending this event ever since she was a teenager, and she couldn’t believe that she was standing among the city’s elite in the most elegant gown that she’d ever seen– let alone put on her body. Her smile was wide as she reached into her clutch and pulled out her phone; she had to capture this moment and many, many others. “Excuse me?” The witch said, to the person who just so happened to be standing closest to her. “Would you take a selfie with me?” 

“Peach, hey,” Riley was relieved when the person who had asked her for a selfie was someone she actually knew & not just some of the press she had to handle or the paparazzi she had to shoo away. The Gala’s shine had worn off by now, Riley having attended the event for the past few years as her boss was the host. Still, it was amazing how it all came together, how everyone came together & it was refreshing to see others so amazed by it. “How many people have you managed to get selfies with so far? Anyone interesting?”

[hopefeir]

[forcestruck]

[jewishdragon]

eating artificial blue raspberry flavored candy that is so fucking blue that it turns your mouth the same unnatural blue is one of life’s simple pleasures

[rileygoldstein]

@adxmantinc - ingrid wilkinson stone

As Riley walked into Ingrid’s home office, she was partly relieved that finally this event was close coming to a close. She did enjoy her job, no matter how time consuming it was, but she, along with Ingrid, had been planning this gala to be p e r f e c t. Beyond perfection, really, for it to be immaculate, exceeding any expectation for the gala from years past. Though she felt the pressure, she could only imagine how much pressure Ingrid was feeling -- though she always took it wish such grace. 

“Okay, I’m HERE, I’ve gotten all the final drafts of everything. The seating chart, the night’s itinerary, the final RSVP list. I’ve got the inventory for the auction, the catering  information, the final prints of all the posters around and some pictures of the set up they’re almost done with. I’ve contacted the press as well, made sure everyone who has press badges are the only ones in and everyone who doesn’t will be immediately denied. All of the magical artifacts, secured. Confirmed with the servers who is going to be there, made sure to get back up servers. I could go on, but, if you have anything else to say or any new information, anything you need me to do, I’m on it as soon as possible.”

Finally, Riley looked up at her boss from her notes, giving her a smile. ”I hope you’ve found some time for yourself to decompress before the event?”

[opossumsrph]

[karissarps]

character aesthetics - the lost and lonely

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

[rileygoldstein]

lindenslinens:

“Sorry, honey, I think you’re mistaken. I am the coolest person in fashion,” they corrected with a smile, taking a drag slowly before handing it back, “I’m glad you’re having fun. But, really, a party is only as good as it’s guests, and ours are pretty good,” they say thoughtfully, “Plus, you know, I wanted to spread the self love message. And, like, have an excuse to get rip roaring drunk.”

“A fair correction,” looking around them, Linden was right, the guests of this party were pretty good. Riley wasn’t the most social, but she wasn’t nearly as anti social as she had been as a teenager, knowing a fair few of people around them through some sort of connection. Riley took the joint, “it feels like a much more fun version of college, especially with the Truth or Jinx we played. Can you teach me that jinx that makes people quack?”

[naramdil]

*tyra banks voice* depressed… but make it fashion

[rileygoldstein]

riley goldstein aesthetic ⇢ water

[dvoyd]

Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?

thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[repurifying]

alarm clock: because every morning should begin with a heart attack

[effxy]

[rileygoldstein]

ahromeo:

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” @rileygoldstein

“Spice Girls. Brit Awards. 1997. At least, they wish they had these moves.”

[rileygoldstein]

empressofthecross:

“you’ve either had a really good night, or a really awful one.” @rileygoldstein

“It was so bad,” Riley immediately blurted out, the fact was, Octavia had seen her naked which meant two things to Riley. One, that it was not eternally impossible to act at all normal around her, to keep some semblance of cool that Riley liked to think she came off as. Two, due to this, she really couldn’t lie about what was going on -- especially with how smart Octavia was. “I’m going to kermit. I’m never dating. I can’t believe I even tried. I can’t wait to become a cat lady, I cannot wait.”

[rileygoldstein]

knihts:

@rileygoldstein

          Sylas sat in the common room with one of his bowtruckle, the group have a medium sized Wiggenbush where their branch lives. “How are you today my little friend?” He asked with a soft whisper. Lately, Sy was becoming closed off. He told his roommates that he didn’t want to talk about what happened; that he moved on. He lied and said that he wanted to go exploring more, try new things. In reality, he just wanted to stay home and take care of their animals. After a soft conversation about if he was all the things his ex said about him, he put little Duckie, his favorite character from Pretty in Pink, back on the bush. He slouched on the couch letting out a loud sigh.

After a long day Riley was grateful to come home to her roommates & animals. Though a younger her would’ve never guessed it, having them both had helped her more than she ever would’ve realized before. While Riley could get in her head, it wasn’t too long before she’d be bothered by someone or something that could pull her out. They were figures in her life she needed, which is was one of the many reasons why Riley was so concerned about Sylas besides their history of friendship. He acted exactly how she imagined anyone would act after a break up ( especially as nasty as it was ), Riley acting the same way in the distant past after a break up of her own. With her coffee in hand, she watched Sylas brood in the living room for a few moments before deciding to bother him.

“Misery loves company, scoot over.” She didn’t give him time to answer before sitting down next to him, taking another sip from her coffee as she stared him. 

“I understand the whole not talking about your feelings things, Sy, I do. The depressed, becoming one with the couch cushion deal as well. But from one depressed person to another, this is getting hard to see. What if we go see a movie, at least then you can VEGETATE but in a different surrounding.”

[rileygoldstein]

zekewarren:

“Any animal that’s smart enough to fuck with you will,” Zeke says with a small smile, “It was grey? Stripey? Had a look in the eye of a stone cold killer? You know, the usual,” he notes, sighing heavily, “I was just hoping to get it home. I doubt it’s lost, they don’t usually get lost.”

“You’re completely right about that, I feel like one of my cats has lived extra long just to make it his life mission to fuck with me,” Riley smiled at the ‘eye of a stone cold killer’ comment, continuing to look around for the kneazle, not finding it. “Kneazles are like sharper more dramatic versions of cats, aren’t they? Though, you could PROBABLY debate that. I’m getting the feeling this isn’t the first time you’ve lost this kneazle.”