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New photoshoot with the ”Palo - Alto” cast.
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(Source: daily-emmaroberts)
New photoshoot with the ”Palo - Alto” cast.
“I write, just to do it for me, because I know, when I’m older, I’ll want to look back and know what was going on in my mind. I look back on journals that I had when I was 15, and it’s so interesting to see that the things that I thought were the end of the world at 15, I barely remember now.”
Cat donut and PJ time
You got an invisible friend named Jake too? What is he like and why doesn’t he get one? That seems kinda rude.
He's very tall, and super skinny. I let him share pizza with me. He only got alcohol this year, though. No beard.
Well, that just goes without saying.
You must be sick! Do you need some soup? This is something you rarely admit.
No! Street cred is important!
As important as not being called a gang fighter?
Ain’t nothing wrong with doing nothing. My mom used to say that on lazy days.
I think your mom is a genius, then.
I thought you already were?!
You must love me so much.
Pretty good thanks, yours?
Perfectly fine. I didn't do too much, which is never something to explain about. I get to see an almost long lost friend, and I think I'm going to get a pizza. Who knows? Wild Saturdays are my forte.
…I hate PhotoShop.
It should only be used for work.
They could be.
I can't be everyone else in the world, then I'd be you. And Dave. And Ella.
Today I stumbled upon a Twitter called Sophia Bush Reactions and I maybe spent half an hour admiring my many facial expressions paired with some really odd captions. I learned that I unconsciously make some pretty odd faces, so at least it was kind of an educational experience, right? Tell me you guys were more productive with your days.
I hate you. Be right back, ditching everything and finding this Twitter. I might be gone for a few days.
Oh gosh, yes. I’m no stranger to the PhotoShop crazed fans.
I guess it could always be worse. They could be nudes.
Who said you had to say you an idiot? You can just say you walked into a door! I wasn’t trying to do that.
Well, you. Duh, Stef. I know, I know. I'm only kidding!
harsh realm :: emvan
Since his time at the condos, Evan had yet to really step out of his room and explore, or even hangout with anyone. He came right around Christmas, which was probably the worst timing. Most people were gone or just leaving, and it was his least favorite time of year. And even though Emma had given him an opportunity to get out of his head and into her own little family filled world, he denied the offer halfheartedly. While he appreciated it, he didn’t want to impose. But yet a day and a half later, she was back and they had made plans to meet up. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen her in a while, filming had just finished and they had been seeing each other weekly for half a year just for filming — but she was the first one to ask, and while he always found himself down this time of year, he couldn’t deny himself even a little bit of enjoyment, could he? Emma was cool, and while he had forced her to talk about as much as she could about herself, he silently hoped she wouldn’t do the same to him, because it wasn’t going to happen.
After getting ready lazily in jeans and a tee shirt, Evan found himself roaming around the condos until he found the room number Emma had given him. He didn’t know what exactly they were going to do today, but anything had to be better than sulking by his lonesome in his room. For as much as he liked to consider himself a positive and laid back person, there were more times than not where he found himself constantly over thinking and over analyzing every situation. Emma didn’t seem like the type, though, and he honestly hoped she’d pull him out of this odd funk he had found himself in. Rocking back and forth between the balls of his feet and his heals, he knocked twice on her door before shoving his hands in his pockets, waiting patiently for the girl to open up. His impatient manner was quickly in effect as he was never one to enjoy waiting.
Without scheduling involved, it was a bit difficult, to say the least, to plan a proper day with Evan. Of course they'd been friends for a few years now, since they had filmed two projects together, but that was really as far as it went. There had been many times when the girl simply didn't understand the other's humor, and he was almost prickly at times when it came to approaching him easily. Still, she was glad he had accepted her offer to hang out. What originally started out as a quite immature conversation had somehow developed into a serious talk about their "issues" had seemed to snowball, and she Emma wasn't so certain Evan was more 'fine' than he was questioning her about being. Even so, there would be no reason to bring such up, unless he did first.
Not completely filled in yet on what their actual plans yet were, the blonde had dressed in a light sweater and a pair of skinny jeans, wearing her new shoes she had just gotten for Christmas. There was no telling where B.J. was at, but he didn't seem to be at the condo at the moment. The knock on the door sounded as soon as she was brushing her hair, so she rushed the job and sat up from the bed, making her way from her room to the front of the condo and checking through the peephole to make sure it was her expected guest. Seeing Evan, she swung the door open, unsure of what to do aside from grin and pull him into a hug. "I have no idea what to do. But, come if if you'd like?"
But, I mean, really old pictures/boyfriends. Like, where do they even find these pictures?
I know some people stalk friends of the famous, and then when screen- shotting came along. Really, people have their ways. It gets insane. They even Photoshop when it doesn't go their way.