My Guilty Pleasure Romantic Pairings - Frankie Hollingsworth, Esme Song, and Zig Novak
"Isn't it crazy the entire school thinks we had a threesome?"
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My Guilty Pleasure Romantic Pairings - Frankie Hollingsworth, Esme Song, and Zig Novak
"Isn't it crazy the entire school thinks we had a threesome?"
I’m #judgingyou a little while wearing my new #Boston shirt in #Ottawa and also what I’d like to call the #EsmeSong skirt yes thank you 😘💁🏻♀️✋🏼😪💜😅 #vacation #cute https://www.instagram.com/p/CTAPCmMLrYo/?utm_medium=tumblr
📲 zetas
tor: so i have a student conduct hearing on friday
tor: and unless we can come up with a way to smooth things over with administration we can kiss our chapter goodbye
Since it’s finally been announced, what are some theme ideas you are thinking for prom? I’m open to any and all suggestions.
When The Stars Go Blue
Luke could feel his pulse increasing as he sped his way towards @esmesngs’s house. He’d been clean only 61 days, but for him it felt like years. There wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that Luke didn’t think about cocaine. When he first started it was all fun. Long, sleepless night where it felt like his mind had opened up. There were infinite about of thoughts and ideas that Luke now had access to that he hadn’t experience before. That all came to a head when he was 3K down, in a constant chase method, and one failed drug test. Everything felt like it had feel apart and yet here he was outside Esme’s house, yayo tools in hand ready to spew recovery. His body was on autopilot, moving towards the side of the house and climbing up the familiar ladder to her room. He let himself in, but not seeing the girl right away he made his way making himself comfortable on his phone til the girl arrived.
THE ELITES…
1) Long Live - Taylor Swift
2) No One - Aly & AJ
3) Be Alright - Ariana Grande
4) Everybody Hurts - Avril Lavigne
5) S.L.U.T. - Bea Miller
6) Fall in Line - Christina Aguilera feat. Demi Lovato
7) Talk - Daya
8) Fly - Hilary Duff
9) Team - Lorde
10) Rare - Selena Gomez
@esmesong
she tracks water from their shared bathroom to her desk-turned-vanity as she emerges from the steamy space in nothing more than a tangerine towel and the layers of gold necklaces glittering from her neck that she always forgets to take off in the shower. she was determined to get the real, honest college experience this year--which meant no sorority house, no husband’s apartments, but real dorm life. two twin beds and a hotplate in lieu of a stove. it also meant an assigned roommate, one she’s still not sure likes her very much.
“hey emmy, could i borrow another scrunchie?” she calls from her side of the room as she switches her straightener on, polite to the point that it’s obvious she really does believe that she got her name right. it’s the third hair tie she’s borrowed in their short time of living together, but the other girl always seems to have them so handy, where tori would probably lose her head if it weren’t attached to her body.