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﹣ ̗̀ ❛ ☆ ⇢ imssg to bee 🐝💛

lincoln: i miss your wise words and coloring books already ... mainly the coloring books but

lincoln: you sure you don't want to gift me one?

lincoln: think about how much i've given you from my credit card :)

lincoln: what are you doing today, anyway? the vacation's almost over so i figured we could hang out again

ophelia warren was spotted walking the streets of malibu with bradley bacardi late sunday, april 22nd, night. the two girls kept tight-lipped as they headed home from a night full of clubbing, but both promised that new and exciting things would soon be coming to girlcrush.com. @brcdlcy

#「 visage. 」୭°｡#brcdlcy

there’s a chance that lincoln’s lost his mind. he can imagine it now --- being greeted by the blonde at the door to her hotel room, only to have it slam in his face a moment later. there’s so many mixed signals being sent back and forth that he’s not entirely sure she wants to see him. he’s part of the reason she’s so upset, part of the reason that she’d had to leave the hamptons and run to jamaica of all places. but he’s hoping he can make it up to her. the fact that she’s almost constantly sharing her location with him makes his job easier, not having much trouble locating the hotel. it’s harder to figure out what room she’s staying in, so there’s also a chance he’s slipping the staff member at the front desk a bill under the table, but there’s no proof of that. then, in the blink of an eye, he’s standing in front of her room, blowing out a heavy sigh as he cautiously brings his knuckles to the door, knocking on it once, then twice for good measure. he’s saying a silent prayer to himself, hoping she’ll welcome him with open arms, at least for a night or two. @brcdlcy

#me? keeping it short?#unheard of #﹣ ̗̀ ❛ ☆ ⇢ 「 PARAGRAPHS. 」#brcdlcy

he’s not sure how things went from decent to awful in a matter of hours. each time he thinks that everything’s getting better, that he’s finally reached a point where he’s able to relax and focus on the future, he’s reminded of why he can’t. there’s still so much he’s tried to avoid dealing with from the past. it’s not fair to bradley, in fact, it’s not fair to anyone involved. but, while lincoln might be book smart, he doesn’t even know where to start with the blonde. in his mind, going to her place is the only way they’ll be able to reach some sort of conclusion. text messages cause things to get misconstrued, cause people to get upset over things that wouldn’t have the same affect in person. that’s the reason he’s knocking on her door before letting himself in, not surprised when he finds that it’s unlocked. it’s another thing that’s already driven him crazy when it comes to bradley bacardi, so he’s making sure to lock the door behind him before moving towards her bedroom. ‘ hey, ’ he mumbles, remaining in the doorway and leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest as his gaze lands on the girl before him. he’s trying desperately to ignore the way his heart is thumping wildly in his chest, but it’s nearly impossible given the silence of the room. ‘ i --- can we forget half of the shit that we texted each other ? i don’t feel like ... i don’t know. it didn’t come across the way i meant it, so i’m sorry for that. ’ @brcdlcy

#﹣ ̗̀ ❛ ☆ ⇢ 「 PARAGRAPHS. 」#brcdlcy

﹣ ̗̀ ❛ ☆ ⇢ imssg to bee 🐝💛

lincoln: can you delete that finsta post?

lincoln: i know you didn't name drop, and thank fucking god you didn't, but it's pretty obvious who it's about

lincoln: and i don't want lido to see it, or anyone else for that matter

lincoln: it doesn't need to be like this, bradley

#﹣ ̗̀ ❛ ☆ ⇢ 「 IMESSAGES. 」#brcdlcy

there’s a chance this is against his better judgment. everything with aspen is still so up in the air --- technically, they aren’t together. he’s single and it’s a fact that, originally, she’d seemed to want to make known to the world. but the baby that they’d created together is still a very real thing, and he’s not sure how long they’ll be apart. it’s just another thing that isn’t fair to bradley, and his presence in her bedroom is something that neither of them truly need. fate has mysterious ways of working, however, and he’s never been good at saying no to the girl who’s currently standing before him. ‘ so ... what are we taking pictures of ? i mean, i know i’m the model, but what’s the idea behind it ? ’ he questions, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, folding his hands in his lap as he glances towards her. another fatal downfall is the fact that he’s always been too trusting, always been too naive and willing to do whatever’s asked of him, especially when it comes to bradley bacardi. ‘ are these for the instagram, or am i going to have an entire post dedicated to photos of me ? bet all the girls will love it, ’ he muses, infamous grin on his lips as he leans back against the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. aside from goofing off, he’s never taken any serious photos, so he thinks this will be interesting. of course, bradley’s known for throwing in her own personal twists, so he can only imagine how the night will go. @brcdlcy

#﹣ ̗̀ ❛ ☆ ⇢ 「 PARAGRAPHS. 」#brcdlcy #this ? garbage #u deserve better

growing up in the lap of luxury, lincoln could think of very few things he hadn’t gotten the opportunity to try, or hadn’t thought about trying. and, not surprisingly, renting a boat was one of them. it’d been easier than he’d expected, and while he knew it was a terrible idea for the pair to venture out to sea alone together, somehow ... he’d allowed the girl to convince him. spending about eighteen hours on a boat with bradley bacardi, how hard could it possibly be ? there was a chance he was too optimistic, but as they began moving through the water, it seemed so basic. almost like steering a car, though open waters tended to have less traffic. this was the vacation he’d been searching for, the one thing he needed to clear his head and get back on the right path ... maybe it was selfish, taking a break from everything waiting for him back in new york, or even in st. tropez, but it felt right. and if he wanted to be the best version of himself, maybe this was what he needed. once they’d figured out how to work the boat together, he’d allowed bradley to take over the steering, and he’s currently watching her as she maneuvers them through the water. she’s doing a decent job, he thinks, and perhaps he should’ve given her more credit to start with. still, he can’t help the way he’s moving to stand behind her, hands resting over hers as his chin nuzzles into the crook of her neck, glancing towards the water in front of them, rather than the beach and buildings that are disappearing behind the boat. ‘ how far out do you wanna go ? ’ he questions, smirk lingering on his lips. ‘ don’t want to end up getting ourselves lost, but ... i figured we could ride for a while, then toss the anchor out for the night. can’t start drinking until we’re done driving, you know. that’s the law. ’ @brcdlcy

#﹣ ̗̀ ❛ ☆ ⇢ 「 PARAGRAPHS. 」#brcdlcy #this is garbage #u deserve better