#jasonluca

[stellarosenthal-blog]

jamie to stella - ( text ) : if i open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.

《 ‹ [ sms ]; check your fridge, I’ve got your back. 《 ‹ [ sms ]; spa day? 🍷💆🏻

[lukecxlloway]

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor.

[text]: did you know you could lose up to 65% of your liver and it’ll still grow back? in the words of our petty queen: thank u, next

[logansquinn]

Allowing himself to take a seat on the armrest of Jason’s chair, getting a little too close for comfort, he leaned forward to try and take a look at whatever the other was busying himself with and tried to figure out if it was pertinent to the favor he’d asked him for hours ago when he showed up unannounced, bearing only himself and a shit-eating grin he knew Jason hated. “How long is this gonna take? ‘cause I’m not sure you and I have the same definition of ‘soon’, babe.” ( @jasonluca​ )

[caseyxjames-blog]

night out → casey & jason

Let the world know that Cassandra Hearst-- James is not a night-out type of person. Her life used to consist of showing up for events, day or night, and between the both of those, she much rather preferred the day ones because at least they served lunch. The night ones... It was all drinks, and finger food, and cocktail dresses, and people who somehow only talked to you because they ‘wanted something’ -- and yes, even at events that aimed to bring awareness to the shoeless children of the world. Can you imagine how many Cinderella lines she got that night? So many! 

Releasing a heavy sigh, Casey laid her head on the palm of her hand and twirled the stir stick in her Coke and lime (”No rum?” “No rum.” “Just Coke and lime?” “Yes. Just Coke and lime.” “You’re at a bar.” “I know--!”).

“I don’t know what I’m doing here. Is it obvious that I’m trying hard? Do I look like your average person just enjoying an evening out on the town? Because I feel like I’m just a bottle of Peptobismol trying to blend in with a line of pink-colored perfumes.”

The bartender rolled his eyes and decided to shake his Margarita on the other side of the bar counter. She’s even driven the person serving the drinks to insanity.

She looked to her side, eyes landing on a random stranger a seat away from her on the stools.

“Excuse me, sir, but would you have a conversation with me knowing 110% it would guarantee in us not sleeping together but otherwise developing a great new friendship?”

[sidjcmes2-blog]

nate to sid - ( text ) : hey remember that thing i said about never apologizing for being a hot mess? well that was before you found me drunk in the hallway with no pants.

[text]: just tell me where to be and i’ll be there[text]: you’re knocking on my neighbors door you actual mess[text]: the doors open

[katrina-unger]

( text ) : so much for not drinking this week after this weekend. congrats, you made it until tuesday.

[text]: unless you’re gonna fire me for showing up hungover, get this negativity the fuck outta my imessages

[veronica-spencer-blog]

Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single? I heard you fucked your girl, is it true? You getting money?

Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeahFuckin' right, fuckin' right, all right

[xoxoholly]

10, 28

10. greatest regret?

Answered.

28. do they have any distinctive features or marks?

Her short, petite stature could be said to be a distinctive feature, along with her bushy brows which used to get her bullied but now have people envying them. Holly has a myriad of scars from many clumsy accidents and drunken falls, including a white scar near her elbow, a small appendectomy scar by her hip, and one right above her butt from a drunken fall off a tree.