#bcllahadids

[zcndayacolemans]

bcllahadids

wOw my first friend here, so i gUESS that makes you special,, you litErally slay my life you are so pretty aw. lowkey sad our snap streak is broken :(

[capitae]

ahem bcllahadids

Do they follow me: Yes | NoDo I follow them: Yes (forever and ever) | No | NowWhat I think about their blog: do you know that one blog that seems way too cool for you but you somehow still started talking, so you lowkey just wonder what you did to deserve this kind of good karma?? thats basically you!! honestly, you’re so amazing & everything you do has me so shook?? highkey i love you & your blog so much,, tysm for blessing me!! 

send me a url !!

[casperwrites]

13, 20, 48

13: How old are you?

i’m 18 years old. i can’t tie my shoes but i can fuck your bitch.

20: Where do you go when you're sad?

usually my room, if i can’t go there i guess i suffer?

48: Last prank call you remember doing?

i honestly haven’t dont a prank call since my 11th birthday party because i’d get nervous and hang up

tmi tmi tmi tmi tmi tmi

[satanxwrites]

bcllahadids ;))

Send me a URL and I'll tell you...

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

What I think about their blog: Andy, you post way too many stuff about them racists and culture vultures but you got some cool posts too, esp about fashion and Palestine.

[sophieturnerr]

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.” // ophelia n alex

He had her. Or she said he did, he wasn’t sure how true that was. She was a call girl, he had no idea if she was still working or not. Asking wasn’t something he could do was it? Alex didn’t know how to react to that statement. Pleasant smile and leaning into her, their foreheads touching was the best he could do for her. “I know I have you. You are one of the only people I do have here.” His move had been sudden and sometimes he regretted it but with Ophelia at his side he did feel better about it. “You have me too.” Pulling his forehead away he looked over her face. “You don’t need anyone else either.” Her reaction would probably tell him enough. If she was still working her job. It wasn’t like they were actually together were they? There were so many technicalities that he avoided dating for the most part. 

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[mngyus]

"You were the one, I can't just move on!"

There were no words to describe just how guilty he felt, how much he hated himself for continued to drag her through everything he was going through. Hated how much she never complained, never had an issue with anything he did or said, even after what had happened at the church. He hated it, hated himself more so than he ever thought he would because he'd ended up falling for Artemis, something he swore to himself that he wouldn't do. She was too innocent for him, to innocent for the world and yet he'd been selfish enough to let himself fall for her.. let her follow him into the chaos that his life was and it'd been that way for as long as they'd known each other. It'd happened within the group, too, he'd put all of them at risk and he continued to put her at risk for as long as she stuck around him, it wasn't something he could let happen, not anymore. He couldn't continue to be the selfish asshole that he was, couldn't continue to drag her along, to cause her pain, to put her in danger.. he couldn't. Even though all he wanted was to keep her next to him, he knew it would eventually get her killed. Especially since his father was out to get him and would be until the day that Roman took his last breath, or if Roman ended his dad like he should have done forever ago. But he couldn't do that either, doing that would be taking the final step towards being a full blown monster and that wasn't something he wanted to be.

He'd been contemplating on how to go about all of this while he was taking a walk to look for a stream, some source of fresh water. Finally he realized that he'd just have to resort to going back to the blunt person that he had been for the longest time. After finally finding a stream, filling up both of their canteens, he began to head back towards their camp, his heart weighing his shoulders down so that he was stooped over, which was the first indicator something was wrong. She'd noticed it instantly, rushing over to him to place her hands on his shirt, patting at him to try and find some sort of injury, some reason that he'd be acting like that. "Art, please.. I'm fine." He breathed out slightly, placing the canteens down on their makeshift table he'd fashioned out of some fallen limbs. 'Then why do you look like that?' She asked, her small voice digging the dagger further into his heart as he took her hands in his own. "We need to talk." He said as calmly as he could, choking back the tears he figured would fall sooner or later as soon as he got back to the camp. "You can't-." He started, trying to focus on how to phrase this as lightly as he could.. he didn't want to hurt her, never in his life did he want to hurt her. But she'd already had been hurt because of him time and time again. "You have to let me go." He started, not even able to look her in the eyes as he spoke, his vision blurry from the tears that so desperately wanted to fall from his eyes. "I'm too dangerous, this life is too dangerous and I can't let you get hurt anymore. I love you, too much to think about the fact that I'll get you killed one of these days. I can't have that happen, you've got to let me go, we'll find the group and you can move on.. I don't want this, but it's the only thing that's going to keep you safe and alive."

He hadn't expected her reaction, though, hadn't expected for her to yank her hands from his so quickly that it rocked his whole being. "Art, please, don't do this." He breathed out, the tears finally falling from his eyes as he took the steps needed to close the gap between them, turning her around to face him once more, the look on her face being the last thing to shatter his heart completely. 'You were the one, I can't just move on!' Her voice suddenly wasn't as small as it normally was and it rocked him to his core, his jaw clenching together slightly as he looked her over. "I- I know, I know it's not going to be easy and believe me this isn't what I want either Art, but it's the best option." He said, his voice shaking with every word that left his lips. 'Then don't do this... don't make me do this.' She said and that was all it took. He knew that he couldn't say no to her, he didn't have it in him.. not when it came to her. He'd always do whatever it took to make her happy, even if it meant him continuing to be the selfish asshole he was from the day she met him. "I can't lose you, babe, I can't." He breathed out, his head leaning against her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him, sighing as her hands pulled his face back towards her. 'You're not going to, you've kept us safe for this long.. that's never going to change.' She said and he could only give her a small nod, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I don't deserve you, you do know that, right?" He asked, a small chuckle leaving his lips before hers were placed upon them. 'I know.' She replied and he couldn't help but to chuckle even more. "I love you.. I'm sorry I even thought about that, I just keep having nightmares of you getting taken away from me and it kills me to think about. But if you want to stick around me, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're safe."

[sophieturnerr]

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” // asTRID n letya

“Weak spot?” Letya shook her head quickly, putting the knife back. “I don’t have a weak spot.” She muttered to herself, refusing to let herself look at Astrid. If there was a weak spot in her it was because of the blonde in front of her. It wasn’t fair, for years she’d perfected not caring about anything but surviving and making sure others survived. More than that was to much, it messed you up. She’d seen it over and over again, you cared too much about something you got sloppy. That had been something Letya refused to let herself fall into that, but then Astrid came along and threw all of that out. She’d already put her own life behind her a few times to make sure she was safe. 

“Weak spots hurt you. I’ve said that before haven’t I?” The corners of her lips twitched up when she looked over her face. Beauty wasn’t something you saw very much but she still had that. And that was the biggest problem. “We need to train.” She shook her head, “Zombies won’t kill themselves.”