#drinking mention.

[campsfire]

@dooftochter​ spoke: Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

    [ SMS / VANESSA ]  uh, vanessa, are you awake/?? i mean its like..fucking 3am      [ SMS / VANESSA ]  who’s awake at three am??? other than, durnk people and insomniacs     [ SMS / VANESSA ]  funny im both but that is not the point right now i guess lmaao     [ SMS / VANESSA ]  you know how you toold me not to get to drunk at this party cause then i’d, end up lost in the woods somewhere or - passed out in ilke. a tree, which fyi?? not as uncomfortable as i thought. not that i’m passed out in a tree     [ SMS / VANESSA ]  not that that would be bad     [ SMS / VANESSA ]  wait - back on tpic, i am very, very lost mosstly because the busses?? are not running?? at 3am? and i can’t walk all the way home      [ SMS / VANESSA ]  pls help.. i can’t call bella. she’ll yell at me and then i’ll yell at her and it will be this fIASCO - pls help, and for future ‘ference m’sorry for not listening :p ?????

[obscurethoughtprocess]

headcanons:

harry wore yellow flared pants and a 2000′s slogan shirt.

he drank way to much and got stoned in the bathroom by eating shrooms and shooting up.

he snuck off to the pool to do some making out with zayn

he wore make up to cover up bruises he already had on his body from a fight that happened 3 nights prior.

he was pretty moody through out the whole party due to being in pain.

questions:

did your muse attend with a date ? if so, who was it ? - yes, and zayn.

did they stick around for the whole party ? if not, why not ? - stayed until 2 am because of the fight.

did they get into any fights ? if so, what about ? - yes, he was just way to high and got in a fight with some random guy at the club. he doesn’t even remember. he’s just more bruised and has more of a busted lip, another black eye, knuckles are cut up a bit.

lastly, what was their mindset like throughout the party ? - moody. but in a good way.

[collectedthovghts]

i’m so tired, i want to sleep in this alley. all i keep hearing is your voice screaming in my head telling me to go home.

but where is home? another guy ever night. a woman or two in random bathrooms. my bed is cold. i’ll stay right here in this alley.

i’m hidden, and i have a bottle of jack. i’m coming down off my high.

i’m sorry to everyone i hurt after you, but at the same time i’m not. maybe things will get better, but i doubt it.