#laviestart

[noahpt-blog]

“i really wish people took the 10:30 sunday to thursday curfew seriously. i’ve barely gotten any sleep the past few nights on account of people banging on walls, jumping on beds and scream--” he pauses, eyebrows furrow as the realisation hits him. “wait, now that i think about it, that’s probably not what they were doing. however my complaint still stands. i’ve had a cup of coffee every day this week and, as we speak, i’m trying to stop myself from bouncing off the walls.”

[jfcsiv-blog]

“ Pardon me if I’m coming off as a bit of a bitch, babydoll… ” Sivana starts slowly, eyes hooded and a plastic little smile ghosting across her lips, “ but if you don’t give me my FUCKING ice cream back in the next thirty seconds, imminent death will be the least of your worries. ”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

marleigh lays sprawled out on the floor, a map spread out in front of her and a sharpie pen in hand. humming softly, she marks another spot on the map with a smiley face. “where would you go first, budapest or istanbul?”

[esmepng-blog]

“-----....i feel like i’ve missed so much. y’know, when i turned twenty-one, i didn’t actually think i’d be spending a lot of time in the hospital. but either way! catch me up, what’s the hot goss? what’s the 411? who’s hooking up with who? let me live vicariously through you guys.”

[dcllasmc-blog]

text message ; open

dallas: it's our last night in hreece

dallas: i'm drunk

dallas: and wonderinf why your're not here drunk with me

[esmepng-blog]

looking up from her phone, a small smile formed on the brunette’s lips before waving. “either you’re snapchatting how adorable i am or you’re playing pokemon go. i’m hoping it’s the first one or else this is gonna be super embarrassing.” 

[brodisimsx-blog]

On the flight over the boy had to sit next to a toddler and his mother. He hoped that it would be a calm kid or that his mother would have had the decency to drug the kid and put him to sleep or something. Sadly he was mistaken since the little boy moved the whole flight. Brodie was checking some of the photographer that he had taken on his camera and of course the curious boy decided to grab them and mark them with his filthy fingers. The photographer was seriously considering how he would do in jail if he killed a child. Finally his torture was over and the plane landed. Not wasting any second, Brodie left his seat and accidentally bumped into someone. Due to his annoyance he gave the other person a cold glare but then shook his head, “Sorry. It was a hell of a flight.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

she’s sat perched in the shopping cart, surrounded by various boxes of sweets and bags of snack items that crinkle in response to her ever fidgeting body. she sorts through the stash, her gaze flickering up to her companion. “i’m appalled at the lack of chocolate here.” she tilts her chin up higher and her sunglasses fall from the tip of her hairline back down to the tip of her nose. she laughs. “don’t let that fool you. i’m serious about the chocolate thing. it’s criminal.”