Linnea: Are you alright? Do you want me to come over? I can bring ice, or anything you want
Linnea: I'm sorry Aleksi is such an ass
Linnea: Should I hit him for you?

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Linnea: Are you alright? Do you want me to come over? I can bring ice, or anything you want
Linnea: I'm sorry Aleksi is such an ass
Linnea: Should I hit him for you?
Aurora, Belle, Cruella
Aurora: “I was 14, she was 16. I snuck out of the house and we played 7 minutes in heaven. She doesn’t know she was my first, still to this day.”
Belle: “One of our cooks, Luciana, she’s particular about the way the kitchen is maintained and can be quite harsh. But one time I was down there after hours and was just making a sandwich and she startled me. I jumped and knocked into the flour jug and knocked it over making this huge mess. I thought she was going to yell at me, and instead, she cracks up laughing. It took hours to clean up afterward. I go to visit often now.”
Cruella: “I would love to just spend some time at some of the ancient buildings in Mexico. I’ve spent some time there but not nearly enough. I would love to just... make it my job.”
“slurred words” (alb )
Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk // accepting
“HOW do i even begin to describe albie? i think, out of all these people, he’s one of the only ones who tries to get me. it’s easy for people to just think of me as some villainous princess, since i speak my mind. and i think it would be really easy for albie to think that, too, if he wanted. but he doesn’t. he’s always thinks the best of me. and like, tries to defend me.” she pauses, as if in deep thought. “maybe he’s too nice to see me in a bad way. i would hope not. i’d like to think it’s because it’s true i’m not a bad person and not just because he’s too kind to think of me the way everyone else does. sometimes i wonder if i could have everyone like me like albie does, to make friends out of everyone. i don’t think i could, like how can someone care enough to make sure they never upset anyone? he can’t make an enemy out of anyone and i know he couldn’t hurt a fly. more power to him, you know what i mean? sometimes i would like to see him stand up for himself one day. but i’d also ruin the life of anyone who upset him, for him, you know, if he couldn’t.”