unforgettable sage.

" She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with all her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything, but in the end, she settled for nothing. "

[havencurriere]

Usually, Haven didn’t walk back to her dorm in pointe shoes. It’d be ridiculous. But she needed to break this new pair in desperately; she got a pair for Christmas from her mother every year. And the sooner they were broken in, the sooner she’d stop wanting to amputate her feet. Haven winced as she peeled the slippers off, flexing her mangled foot. “Fuck.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

Sage was trying to enjoy her walk. It was cold, but the snow was pretty and she needed fresh air. She toss her hair behind her shoulder before she spotted Haven taking a slipper off. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks, “What Clockwork Orange torture are you enduring?” 

[behati-finn]

“I’m not meaning dangerous in that way” Behati replied with a smile as her cheeks turned a shade of pink. “I meant in the way that you might not get along with them or they turn out to be a jackass or worse”

[s-blackwell-blog]

Sage let out a sigh of relief, “Oh thank God, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to sit down and have the talk with you.” She nodded along, “Boys can be very dangerous, especially stupid green eyed boys.” She pointed a finger, “Avoid boys with green eyes at all cost.”

[woodsonella]

The looks on the guys faces as she pulled off her goggles were that of shock. Although she didn’t really get it? It was just a ski slope. She shook out her hair, smiling at the bewildered guys in from of her. “What, was that slope suppose to be hard or something?”

[s-blackwell-blog]

Sage laughed at the faces of the boys around Ella. She approached the blonde, “Usually the Black Diamond hills are for stronger boarders, maybe you could teach them how to board.”

[behati-finn]

“I think cuddling is good with anyone as long as it’s someone you care about. Cuddling with a stranger could be a little dangerous.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“Cuddling with a stranger isn’t dangerous. It’s not like it’s sex.” She laughed slightly, “It’s hard to catch an STD by cuddling.”

[behati-finn]

“I don’t think my body was built for the snow. I want to hide under five blankets in front of the fire. Plus I misplaced my mittens”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“That’s the beauty of the winter. You can cuddle up with a hot guy... or girl... or both. One on each side.” She shrugged, “I’m not judging.”

[zendadya]

[s-blackwell-blog]

[charhayes]

“The best way to treat yourself to any early Christmas present is definitely buying amazing seats to an Adele concert. Merry early Christmas to me.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“Wow, that really sounds like the best early Christmas gift. I’m slightly jelly.”

[beauinhighregard-blog]

Tate stands on the corner doing quick and lazy tricks on his skateboard, humming and singing to himself under his breath, “Why you always lyinn, why the fuck you lyinn, hmmmohmygod…”

[s-blackwell-blog]

Sage watched as Tate skated around, her eyes trailing his direction. She nearly sang along to her favorite song from Vine. Curiosity got the better of her as she popped up next to him, “Who needs to stop fucking lyin’?”

[is-that-a-fact-delilah-floyd]

“Yeah, but at what markup. I don’t really need to start drinking at midnight, but… it seemed like kind of a fund idea. Like something out of a movie… which now I’m saying it out it’s starting to sound dumber and dumber.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“No, I like that.” Sage smiled slightly glancing at the amber eyed girl, “Slightly cliche, but cute.” She looked around for a store, “We need to find you a bottle of Jack or something.”

[is-that-a-fact-delilah-floyd]

“Possibly, but I’m not really in the mood to look at anyone’s tits. Or bits. I kind of just wanted my own bottle to drink by myself… and then get alcohol poisoning by myself probably.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“Awh, come on. I’m sure you could get a booth to yourself and they’ll sell you a whole bottle. Money is money.” She paused not sure if she was selling Delilah, “Have you tried the gas stations?”

[is-that-a-fact-delilah-floyd]

“How am I supposed to have my first legal drink if there aren’t any liquor stores open 24 hours around here? My life is more difficult than anyone else’s on the planet, and yes I’m including starving children, so don’t ask!“

[s-blackwell-blog]

“Isn’t the Tits and Bits bar open?”

[thesiennapeterson-blog]

“I think it’s all of the above. It’s the winter season so we’re bound to get even more fucked up weather until probably Christmas.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“Screw wanting a boy for Christmas, all I want is warm weather.”

[willow-balcoin]

“So much for going for a walk. It’s colder here than it was in New York and I already can’t feel my hands. Spending the rest of the winter in bed is sounding like a good plan to me.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“You can’t stay in bed all winter. You’re not a bear.” She shrugged, “How are you supposed to enjoy winter festivities if you’re hiding from fun?”

[philipcharmont]

“Uh….maybe. It depends on what boots you get. I’m not talkin’ combat boots or anything, even though they’re tough, they have stylish boots for girls do’nt they? I feel like Jane or Imogen would be better at answering this then me.” He sighed. Fashion and girls were not Perrie’s strong suit. “Frost bite is very really.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“The only boots I will wear are ones by Stuart Weitzman and even then, I’m highly selective.” Her shoulders dropped at the thought of a nice pair of Weitzman’s, if she weren’t careful she’d start drooling. “Jane’s married now, and no offence to Jane, but married women’s fashion tend to decline.” Married women no longer had to impress possible suitors, Jane suckered in Damon and he’d have to stick by her side even if she pulled out the Crocs. “It’s statistics... unless she’s the Duchess of Cambridge then the rules will never apply.” Out of habit, she scrunched her nose when Frost bite entered the conversation. “Frost bite is so passe.”

[s-blackwell-blog]

on wednesdays we wear pink || december 2nd, 2o15

[philipcharmont]

“I’d rather be warm than stylish, Sage.” The blonde said with a shrug of his shoulders. “You’re not concerned about you’re toes possibly falling off wearin’ those opened toed shoes?”

[s-blackwell-blog]

“No pain, no gain.” She rolled her eyes, “Besides, are boots going to make my calves look sexy?” With a toss of her hair, she kicked up a heel, “No, they are not.”