Sweet Escape

Phoebe Redden || 15 || English Rose || First Year Single I'm a writer. This means I live in a world entirely of my own invention about 99% of the time.

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“Fuck–.. my coffee.”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

[spottymissphoebe]

“Can’t you get more?”

[tattletaleberlioz-blog]

“Did you know there’s Spelling Bee Championships?”

[spottymissphoebe]

“Uh -- yeah.”

[spottymissphoebe]

“This doesn’t seem like it’s gonna end well.”

[ethanredden]

“I’ll do my best to not.”

[spottymissphoebe]

"Just be careful please."

[spottymissphoebe]

“This doesn’t seem like it’s gonna end well.”

[sevenforasecrettold]

I love that in the world of Disney you can retire to the country with over a hundred dogs to live on a dalmatian plantation! If only.

[capturing-kawaii]

Oh my darlings

[ethanredden]

“I know you do.” Ethan chuckled a bit as he remembered how he used to feed them all, time has passed and that part did’t seem to change that much. “What do you want to eat, babe?”

[spottymissphoebe]

"Uhm...Anything is fine." She replied, her attention quickly being pulled back to the paper in front of her.

[ethanredden]

Ethan has lost count of the amount of hours he and his sister were there working on their own projects. The best part of hanging around with Phoebe was exactly this, they could just be in silence with each other without being bothered by it. In a switch movement he pulled his both arms up stretching his back as he snapped his neck. “Are you hungry? We can order some food, or I can cook something for you.” The male asked the blonde girl who was still locked in her own little world. Ethan couldn’t help but smile, his paternal side speaking louder.

[spottymissphoebe]

"Huh--?" Phoebe started, her head snapping up as the clicking of her keys stopped for probably the first time in hours. She basically been all but lost to reality this whole time. "Oh, yeah. I guess I probably should eat something at some point..." She hadn't even realized how hungry she was until now honestly, being too wrapped up in her writing to pay attention to anything else.

[ethanredden]

*composing for the house of mouse*

[spottymissphoebe]

*working at her old typewriter nearby*

[prettybooks]

[harrypotterhousequotes]

[wesandresons]

film genre meme: [1/5] musical // Grease (1978)

“ It doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it’s what you do with your dancin’ shoes. “

[autumnavenue]

Favourite Things + Knitted Jumpers

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations - The Writer

They have blood in the tips of their fingers and when they write they create the most obscure and gloomy scenes that swallow your mind and leave you restless for the rest of the night.

[xmileycyrusfashionstyle]

[pannabags]

“I’m not confused anymore. You’re the one.”

[tvseriesgifss]