#hotboxed

[boyiiish-a]

@hotboxed​

based on this 

MARLEY: i know it's lame but i’ve got an app on my phone right

MARLEY: and it’s counting down the days till we meet!!

MARLEY: tbh i can’t wait!! i rlly wanna kiss ur cute face in person 

[hushsupply]

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[selfdistancing]

( 1 ) 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗣.

harlow : this could be us harlow : but you wanted to have something important to do and make me cry about not getting to spend time with you harlow : but you will be happy to know that i forgive you and i understand harlow : i’m just a clingy, needy bitch who needs to be stopped

@hotboxed​

[finelinc]

based ! /  @hotboxed !

––––––––––––THEY HADN’T HAD the easiest break up. and it was more and more obvious that that was starting to effect rosa in ways she wasn’t excited about. and so her friends had dragged her to some party, some party where she was attempting to talk to someone, drinking in hand and mostly consumed. the attempt was starting to fall short when she was unfortunately distracted by them. her ex. she wasn’t expecting for them to also be here, and suddenly was panicking. but hey, against her better, not sober judgement, she walked over, smile wide in hand.       ‘ how have you been ? ’

[foolsongsa]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉      /       ft.       @hotboxed​

                ‘  no  fucking  way  in  hell,  ’  he  says  it  all  too  casually,  tongue  parting  chapped  brims  before  a  dry  laugh  escapes  his  chest  (  and  you  can  hear  years  upon  years  of  smoke  in  his  lungs  ).  ‘  i’m  not  doing  that,  ’  he’ll  assert  himself  easily,  imposing  figure  pleased  by  his  view  ——  he  really  loved  looking  DOWN  on  people.  he  wasn’t  one  to  do  favors,  didn’t  typically  count  himself  as  a  willing  participant  in  the  lives  of  others.  he  was  simply  existing  apart  from  everyone  else,  and  believed  himself  to  be  better  than  most.  his  declination  is  firm  and  obvious,  will  consider  the  conversation  over  at  that  point.  ‘  have  any  plans  tomorrow  night  ?  ’  aims  to  carry  the  conversation  forward  without  a  hitch.

[foolsongsa]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉      /       ft.       @hotboxed : based, 6th bullet.

                ‘  oh,  fuck,  ’  curse  departs  brims  quickly,  slender  digits  still  gripping  the  door  knob  as  free  hand  flies  to  cover  her  eyes.  ‘  sorry,  sorry,  ’  femme  can’t  help  but  laugh,  however,  soft  and  breathy  as  her  head  tilts  back  for  the  moment  to  avoid  looking  at  them.  while  her  eyes  are  fixated  on  the  ceiling  she  takes  a  step  backwards  in  an  attempt  to  get  closer  to  exiting.  her  cheeks  were  HOT,  red  with  blush  at  what  she’d  just  stumbled  upon  and  fleetingly  witnessed.  ‘  we  should  probably  have  locks  on  these  bad  boys,  huh  ?  ’  she’ll  joke  to  cover  up  her  embarrassment,  always  resorting  to  humor  in  awkward  situations  and  banking  on  it  to  keep  her  afloat.

[ssunveinsarchive]

* . snap ⋮ 🍓

SOLEIL: i was really pissed that i had no plans tonight so i put on this dress and got drunk and started scream singing cherry by harry styles over and over again and now i think my neighbors MAY call the cops  SOLEIL: now i’m just upset because if anyone was ever gonna write a song about me it would be cherry yet it WASN’T about me but now no one else can ever write a song about me that’s better than that like it’s impossible  SOLEIL: anyway should i go stand out on my balcony and scream the french parts down to anyone that’s outside yes or yes // @hotboxed​.

[blucvelvet]

inspired ! 

           head  rests  comfortably  against  the  pillow,  soft  curls  spread  across  the  fabric  and  bare  legs  entangled  in  messy  sheets.  a  light,  heartfelt  chuckle  flutters  from  her  chest  as  they  recall  details  from  last  night’s  dream,  clearly  amused  at  the  mere  thought  of  them  being  anything  but  the  casual  drunken  hookup  to  each  other.  covering  her  mouth  with  her  palm  to  muffle  the  sound,  the  laugh  stifles.  « sorry,  it’s  just  —, »  she  pauses  for  the  split  of  a  second,  brain  scrambling  for  the  right  words  though  she  doubts  she’s  able  to  step  on  their  toes  anytime  soon,  «  —  you’re  not  exactly  marriage  material,  that’s all.  »  brows  rise  questingly  like  it’s an  obvious  statement,  but  despite  harsh  choice  of  words,  there’s  a  level  of  softness  to  it  as  she  snuggles  closer,  capturing  some  of  the  remaining  space  between  them.  « you  would  just  break  my  heart  like  all  the  other  fuckboys,  wouldn't  you  ? »    /    @hotboxed