― PATIENCE AND FAITH;

YO, I’M JUST SAYIN': It’s silly when we get into these CRAZY HYPOTHETICALS. You really want some bread, then go ahead create a set of GOALS and cross them off the list as you PURSUE ‘em, and with those 96, I know precisely what I’m doin’! mobile nav!

[scamstress-blog]

“WHAT in the hell was that? WHAT in the hell are you doing downtown?”

[hotelhalsey]

iamhalsey: My actual highschool sweetheart 💙 @tylerposey58

[amysticalrose]

jeremiah sat patiently while his friend prepared the machine. “yeah.” he insisted, “i mean, i’m sure beyonce is important to her family and friends. she’s not that important to me.” he had moved out from his family’s home at a young age, so he was not used to having many important people in his life. that was probably why he had grown so attached to the new man in his life in such a short amount of time. a wide, goofy smile took to the boy’s lips as he finally decided to reveal the reason he was getting the drunk tattoo. “my boyfriend.” 

[scamstress-blog]

“oh, your boyfriend,” ana repeated, her tone mocking only jeremiah’s emphasis. the only worry that rose then was whether or not getting a tattoo of such a short-term significant other was such a good idea. she looked up, and upon seeing the borderline idiotic smile on his face, it gave her a bit of ammo to solidify the date. with the machine, she dipped into the ink before starting on the outline. as she worked on the tattoo, she continued to talk to distract from any pain (and boredom) that would come. “well, tell me more, tell me more,” she deadpanned. “like, did he have a car?”

[castoffwren]

“All things considered, your interest does seem a little suspect, to be honest. I mean, you’ll just insist you have more fun either way, right?”

[scamstress-blog]

“C’mon, just tell me. have a little faith. Unless what you’re into is really THAT boring. In that case, I’ll just pity you more than anything else.”

[wintxrfells]

“and what kind of work did you do at twelve ??”

[scamstress-blog]

“not watching disgusting things on the internet... unlike some of us around here.”

[washxaway-deactivated20161218]

“You won’t be one since I’ve got your back, Kels.” Erin leaned against the doorframe,“I’m not sure what I like more; the flowers or the person holding them.” She chuckles and gazed at the male with a light TWINKLE in her hues before finally accepting them. “This will be our SECRET,” and they’re so CLOSE now Erin can already TASTE Kels’ lips as his mouth moves until there’s only a thread of distance b e t w e e n them. The detective opens the door and lets him in, tilting her head with a curious look on her face.“And oh, I BREAK a lot of hearts. What makes you so SPECIAL?” A playful tone evident in her tone, and an intrigued, an eyebrow raises as a shadow of smirk TWITCHES the corner of her peach brims. “You’re lucky that I’ll spare you.” 

[scamstress-blog]

“I wouldn’t ever think you don’t,” Kels replies, his grin growing EXPONENTIALLY once she accepts the flowers. ( His confidence would’ve done the same if it had any more room left to grow. ) He stays still as the detective leans closer --- USUALLY he’d be the one to make the first move, to rush through the steps of the ‘build-up’ to a relationship, but he knows it’s too risky to do that now. His gaze PROMINENTLY tacks onto the viewing of her lips, only looking up when she opens the door for him. A smirk makes its home on his lips as he steps into the home, instantly making himself comfortable by beginning to peel his jacket off of him. “What makes me so special?” he repeats with a laugh. “You tell me, is it my looks or the sickening amount of money I have?” He assertively tosses his jacket on the couch before taking a step towards her. “I feel so HONORED that you’re sparing me. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

[scamstress-blog]

“I know the tuition’s forty grand, but school is EVERYTHING. I have a moral OBLIGATION to send my kid to a good school.” She cringes at her own slip of the tongue. She corrects herself before the other can say anything, “Our kid. Our kid, I’m sorry. --- I didn’t mean that.”

[scamstress-blog]

dope movie starters.

“all i wanna do is a zoom, zoom, zoom, and boom, boom.”

“bro, that shit was whack.”

“i was watching justin bieber the other night and i got a little moist.”

“i think you’re not taking the process seriously.”

“i want you to go tell her that i want to talk to her.”

“tell him that if he wants to talk to me, he can come over here and be a fucking man, not send some kid.”

“she really said that shit?”

“she metaphorically showed you her pussy and said, ‘come and fuck me.’”

“what the fuck you doin’ with a bag on?”

“why do you have to talk to him like that?”

“that’s not funny, it’s fucked up if you really think about it.”

“you barely know me, how can you say that?”

“trust me, he’s got nothing on you.”

“three words: did you fuck?”

“i have no fucking clue where that gun came from --- or the drugs.”

“what are you doing opening the door butt-ass naked for?”

“there are too many liars and bullshitters in this house.”

“i only have 20 minutes to make it there or my whole life is fucked.”

“how am i supposed to eat my poundcake after witnessing something like that?”

“i gotta slap the shit out of you based on principle.”

“i don’t give a fuck what the vote says, what the fuck?”

“is that offer still on the table? help.”

“all this crying on my shoulder? bullshit.”

“we just almost got caught back there.”

“i want you to hit me as hard as you can.”

“now i know who you are: a man that does not give a fuck.”

“you’re complicated.”

[scamstress-blog]

"who gave you the right to treat people like this? you have no feelings. you're just a WORTHLESS  excuse for a human being." he fails to realize the irony.

[scamstress-blog]

@purphvze​

the feel of a plastic bag against her hand was familiar, the skin healing after its been scraped in exchange for money like muscle memory. such a regular action that she could do it without looking --- which was what she did as she passed regulars at her party, only glancing down to make sure the payment was sufficient. as she stuffed the latest wad of cash into her pocket, she looked up, pausing when an unfamiliar face caught her eye. she walked up to them, a closed-lip smile on her face. “you look like you’re having fun,” she greeted, her smile quickly turning into a smirk.

[hotelbaby-blog]

╳ ⋯〖 @scamstress 〗

“So, what’s this project all about?? A collaboration, she said?? I wasn’t really listening. Oops.”

[scamstress-blog]

he forces out a convincing smile. it’s not like he can snarl --- he barely knows anyone in this class and he’s not about to scare off the one person who’s approached him. “yeah. design your own show with trends inspired from the early eighties. you up for it?”

[rosamundpike]

[scamstress-blog]

okay so i definitely need to get to bed now but i’m banking on tomorrow being a productivity day so! good night.

[scamstress-blog]

"What's the point of every other word out of your mouth being a curse word? How would you like it if I spoke like that?"

[scamstress-blog]

sorry for going damn ghost this weekend??? idk what’s wrong with me but i should be back to actual activity this week lmao

[princesconsuela]

[kimheeaes]