#joliees

[baehyvnn-blog]

joliees replied to your post:Darling, your reblogs are the best and I honestly want to kiss you for them.

I agree with this. They are amazing.

Aw well I'm glad you like them! It makes me happy know that other people like what I reblog.

[raelvnn-blog]

joliees replied to your post:How does one sleep after American Horror Story.

Twisty the Clown fucked me up.

( ` flails her arms about slightly) Why'd they have to make him so creepy looking? Clowns are already creepy as it is..

[xiqis]

joliees

    One might assume that he had lost his mind for sitting on top of the bridge that was made for trains to pass over the water safely. On this particular day, he, too, felt as though that were true. Oh, but losing your mind meant losing your thoughts and he hadn’t done that. They seemed to be racing from one topic to the next rather than slowing down. 

[seoulbabylon-blog]

          + joliees

"So many choices." A smile forms on his lips, fingertip tracing the shape of his brow with a tilted head. Not that he is censoring her answer -- he, of all people he ever met, is the one that deviates the most when answering to the most objective questions. "I might have thrown the question out there so I would know which drink to offer when approaching you, and now I'm in a dilemma. Well, well, I'll play it safe -- interested in some Pepsi? My treat."

[cesagi-blog]

Bubble tea. You and me. Now.

     I like that idea. My treat.

[c0nnextion]

she was never one for conversation, never one to get to know those around her. but life changes, people change. and in turn, you must change with it. so jolie decided to suck up her idiotic tendencies and take a step further. slender fingers reached out to tap the others shoulder, brows now perked. she was bad at interaction; and it showed in her movements, in her awkward tone of voice. shaky, nervous, it was evident. "Let's go get coffee,"

hugo never stuck around after practice was over. he didn’t enjoy the buzz around the place and usually felt himself stiffen if he bumped into any other artist. it was inevitable, and it was not a reaction out of fear — he just couldn’t hold conversations, or people, for long periods of time. an offer — which he mistook as an order — was made and he could only raise a brow at the awkward woman. her features were intriguing and pleasing to the eye, but confusion washed over him. he glances at his clock and at the entrance of their company. “More of a hot chocolate kinda guy.” It wasn’t a no. He hated coffee.

[baskuiat]

joliees:

[ original post ]

                     damn, her legs burned from the workout the previous day. but this was normal; this feeling was something she felt every single day. jolie tried to tell herself that this would all pay off in the end. she wondered when that would come. when her debut would arrive and all this work would continue but the payoff would be in front of her. either way, she sighed and pulled out her phone, reading the text message. oh god, she was getting random text messages now? how did people even get her number—— god only knew but she replied as if she wasn’t curious.                                   [sms] Like is an understatement. 

      Leaning back onto the notably uncomfortable studio bench, finding just the right groove against the wall and seat, he hitched a leg up and onto the other. Tommy was far too entertained with the prospects of getting a thrill out the conversation to realize his already hurting lower back was being strained.

[ text » baby.j ] what if I got you OREOS? lol

      He was not going to get her Oreos. But just the thought of it alone, of her reaction that is, was enough for him to make a fake promise. After all, Jolie had no damn idea who was messaging her. Unless....She did. In which case, Tommy was being a real creep.

[cesagi-blog]

[ sms ; buns ] babe, can we pleaaaaaase go get some food? i'm dying here.

     [ `text: jolie; ] do you know what time it is?

     [ `text: jolie; ] what are you trying to get?