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[allsonreynolds-blog]

social media edits: instagram. skam edition ( the girl squad. )

[bjcrke]

TAURIEL & TÍNU AESTHETICS   →   i am my mother’s son. 

if / rudyard kipling. freshly cut grass. the first spring rains. firewood smoke. the crash of waves on the cliffside. pomegranates and berries. sap under the fingernails. a fox breathing it’s last. the quiet hunt of an owl in the moonlight. constellations. rough woodcarvings. broken stones. breathless laughter in a dark wood. the howling of wolves. blood congealing on a cheekbone. saltwater soaking hair. ripped cuffs. bare knuckles. whip-thin scars over protruding shoulder blades. arrow quivers. 

[tahitiwoke]

OPEN. 

       “  i wouldn’t necessarily call it INAPPROPRIATE.  “

[godfre]

❛  no matter how hard i try, i can't forget about love.  ❜

* ♡ ❝ 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘒 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. ❞ if finding a similarly sound mind, someone who would at least attempt to forgo the more romantic aspects of life, had been the goal? sookie had gone to the wrong person - no, not the wrong person ; the very WORST person. the way that letha believed in love would make most physically ill - pure, saccharine goo spewing from her the moment the topic came up. while the young woman couldn't say for sure that she'd experienced the real thing, she'd go to her grave believing that it was possible for everyone.

❝ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 ? 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 . . . 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 ! 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 . . . ❞

[godfre]

‘  i would give you my heart, i think.  ’

* ♡ cold wasn't the word letha would use to describe riley. it wasn't the word anyone would choose, as far as she knew ; but as far as she was from cold, there was something about the other girl that kept the word warm from being an appropriate descriptor as well. there may have been warmth within her, but it was far away, tucked in a place you could sense but never truly feel. knowing riley, & being used to this faraway warmth, being met with such a seemingly heartfelt statement out of the blue caused letha to pause, not wanting to scare the other away with her own brand of overly saccharine sentiments. instead, she tried to land somewhere in the middle, nonchalance paired with what felt like a safe amount of physical affection. ❛ 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘰. ❜ letha would say, smiling as she reached forward to link pinkies.

[godfre]

❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair .

( * ♡ ) ❝ 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 ! ❞

the idea was only a joke, but the more she thought about it, the more letha began to think that maybe, there was the slightest possibility, that riley would actually look good with such a retro hairstyle ; everything else about the other was so devastatingly modern, a little throwback moment wouldn't hurt.

❝ 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘜𝘗, 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 . . . 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. ❞

[godfre]

❛ Choose a gender and find someone who wants to fuck. Preferably for free. ❜

( * ♡ ) the mother of all BUT DID I ASK moments, & there letha was, right in the middle of it - it was an honor to live through history, honestly. whether riley's words had been purely informational OR something more along the lines of instructional, letha didn't know ; it was always hard to tell with riley where jokes ended and the slightly vulgar truth began - either way, letha felt slightly, majorly, in over her head. ❝ riley! had i known that would be the tone of the night i wouldn't have agreed to this whole matching dresses thing. i'm not choosing a gender, i don't care who does or doesn't want to f u c k - and for tonight you don't either. now get over here and dance with me. as your date, i demand it. ❞