#*sten g.

[iretiolowu]

“so... we’re watching midsommar or breaking dawn part two, there’s no in between.” her thick knit throw was thrown over their laps, as ireti scrolled stubbornly down her netflix home screen. nothing seemed even remotely interesting. she peered up at him for a swift second, brows furrowed in mild worry. “i would ask you but if you say something stupid like blades of glory, i’ll throw you out of my fucking house.” ( @princesten​ ) 

[iretiolowu]

“so i understand french princess... and i guess their attempt in taking italy...” ireti frowned, still furiously scrolling down her twitter feed. the entire world’s opinion was almost split all the way in the middle. “but china? and that poor little girl? who the fuck does that!” she took another drag of her cigarette, immensely glad that her training was over so she could properly enjoy her vices once more. ( @princesten​ ) 

[iretiolowu]

( STREET PARTY ) feat. @princesten​

they were expressively warned, multiple times, that strangers will come up and kiss everyone on sight before disappearing. no care of titles or celebrity in any way! it was refreshing and strangely fun. ireti counted four kisses from strangers on her way back from the bathroom to where her friends were dancing — only now they were nowhere in sight! “fuck.” the groan was scarcely heard above the the music. fortunately, she was happily too tipsy to care very much. “is that...” she squinted through the crowd at the familiar head head of hair. “sten?” she laughed, brightly and without care as she slipped past a throng of nearly naked people towards the other side of the street. “hey ! i lost my friends... i don’t even know if they already went back to the hotel or what—”