#oo8

[oliveretreat]

Getting there, now we only have a the sails and some decoration left. #creativityheals #OO8 #butterflyman The question is what story makes us creative. That's the story we need to tell ourselves. #oliveretreat #WRITERSretreat #CREATIVEretreat #veganretreats #oshram (at Khao Tao Meditation & Yoga Camp)

[oliveretreat]

Creativity is the first solution. #OO8 If you feel frustrated, bring it on. You obviously can't let go anyway so forget that. Feel it out and understand yourself better. When it's time it will go by itself and you will have grown in the process. www.oliveretreat.com./feel-for-real Meet our new mandala expert. She freehand paints sacred geometry. Check out her #tatoo (at Khao Tao Camp)

[reesesparas]

Character: Tatum Archibald FC: Vanessa Hudgens RP: nyeliterp Description: Tatum relapses into an old drug habit.

trigger warning: Drug use.

Tatum sighed, glancing down at the small, clear bottle in her hand. The object itself was no taller than two and a half inches, but was filled to the brim with a fine, white powder. It had set the blonde back nearly three hundred dollars, but she couldn’t seem to care less. She continued to twirl the bottle between her index and middle finger, chewing on her bottom lip. The girl hadn’t realized just how hard she was biting into her lip until the familiar copper taste hit her tongue when it darted out to wet her lips.

Twisting off the small, black cap, Tatum tossed it into the sink, carefully tipping the bottle until the powder began to pour out onto the mirror she had set on the counter top of her bathroom sink. Once the powder had formed a small pile, the blonde tossed the bottle in the same direction of the cap, hearing the tell-tale sound of the glass shattering inside the sink. However, it didn’t seem to phase the small girl, as she quickly set to work on separating the pile into three lines, each measuring between two and three inches long. It took her nearly five minutes, but she was sure to double check for more coarse pieces in the powder, which would be sure to hurt more once she began the process.

Making sure to be as careful as she could, Tatum pulled the mirror onto the floor, pulling out the small, clear straw that she had told Gwen she had thrown away. With her hand shaking, the petite girl bent over the mirror, watching as a tear dripped down onto the mirror. And another. And another. Hastily wiping at her cheeks, she swiftly bent over one of the lines and held the straw to the end, holding it to her nose and inhaling deeply, moving the straw along the line as she did. And as soon as it hit her system and she realized what she had just done, Tatum flipped the mirror, sending powder everywhere, the reflective glass shattering as it hit the tiled floor.

Tatum chucked the straw into the garbage can in the corner, pulling her legs up to her chest. Shaking slightly, she dropped her forehead to her knees, allowing the heavy sobs to rattle through her body. “It wasn’t supposed to happen again…" She sobbed, shaking her head against her knees. Fumbling along the floor, she felt around for her phone, hissing in pain when her hand pressed down on a shard of the mirror that had scattered across the floor. Once she found what she was looking for, she immediately scrolled through her favorites tab, clicking on the number that she was looking for. As it rang, Tatum tried to control her sobs, to no avail. And as if it couldn’t get worse, she could feel a nosebleed coming on, a side effect that had always seemed to accompany the drug almost instantaneously after doing a line. Upon hearing the click of the line connecting, Tatum took a deep breath. “I did some th-thing bad…” She sobbed into the phone, leaning back against the cabinet. She went on to explain what she had done, the task proving harder than she expected through her uncontrollable sobs.

Tatum couldn’t help the amount of relief that coursed through her body when he had told her he would help her instead of just lecturing her and then hanging up. She placed her phone down on the floor once he’d hung up and sucked in a shaky breath. The effects of the drug were beginning to kick in and dipped her head back towards her knees. The light was becoming all too bright, almost blindingly so.

After what felt like hours, Tatum heard her phone ring again, and it sounded as if someone was holding a megaphone to her ear. She silenced it quickly, desperate to get rid of the sound that was pulsating through her head and pushed it away from her, the vibrating sound echoing just as loud. She tugged at her sweatshirt, which seemed harder to unzip than usual. Her skin felt like it was burning, and hastily shoved her arms out of the black piece of clothing, kicking it away from her as if it were the plague.

[herorisen-blog]

                                        be  cool,  be  cool,  be  cool  --  oh  no,  no no no !   too  late,  images  race  before  his  eyes,  leaving  him  deaf  and useless  to  the  world  for  approximately  point  two  seconds  this  time.   he  can’t  tell  if  this  girl  is  bad  news,  but  she  probably  isn’t  good  news.   aaand  now  she’s  standing  in  front  of  him.     ❝  uh,  welcome  to  the  buy  more,  hi,  i’m  chuck.  ❞     brilliant.

@deadgcrl // liked

[treesuhlovesherparas-blog]

Character: Tatum Archibald FC: Vanessa Hudgens RP: nyeliterp Status: still active, but not a member Description: Tatum relapses into an old drug habit. 

TW: drug use.

Tatum sighed, glancing down at the small, clear bottle in her hand. The object itself was no taller than two and a half inches, but was filled to the brim with a fine, white powder. It had set the blonde back nearly three hundred dollars, but she couldn’t seem to care less. She continued to twirl the bottle between her index and middle finger, chewing on her bottom lip. The girl hadn’t realized just how hard she was biting into her lip until the familiar copper taste hit her tongue when it darted out to wet her lips.

Twisting off the small, black cap, Tatum tossed it into the sink, carefully tipping the bottle until the powder began to pour out onto the mirror she had set on the counter top of her bathroom sink. Once the powder had formed a small pile, the blonde tossed the bottle in the same direction of the cap, hearing the tell-tale sound of the glass shattering inside the sink. However, it didn’t seem to phase the small girl, as she quickly set to work on separating the pile into three lines, each measuring between two and three inches long. It took her nearly five minutes, but she was sure to double check for more coarse pieces in the powder, which would be sure to hurt more once she began the process.

Making sure to be as careful as she could, Tatum pulled the mirror onto the floor, pulling out the small, clear straw that she had told Gwen she had thrown away. With her hand shaking, the petite girl bent over the mirror, watching as a tear dripped down onto the mirror. And another. And another. Hastily wiping at her cheeks, she swiftly bent over one of the lines and held the straw to the end, holding it to her nose and inhaling deeply, moving the straw along the line as she did. And as soon as it hit her system and she realized what she had just done, Tatum flipped the mirror, sending powder everywhere, the reflective glass shattering as it hit the tiled floor.

Tatum chucked the straw into the garbage can in the corner, pulling her legs up to her chest. Shaking slightly, she dropped her forehead to her knees, allowing the heavy sobs to rattle through her body. “It wasn't supposed to happen again…" She sobbed, shaking her head against her knees. Fumbling along the floor, she felt around for her phone, hissing in pain when her hand pressed down on a shard of the mirror that had scattered across the floor. Once she found what she was looking for, she immediately scrolled through her favorites tab, clicking on the number that she was looking for. As it rang, Tatum tried to control her sobs, to no avail. And as if it couldn't get worse, she could feel a nosebleed coming on, a side effect that had always seemed to accompany the drug almost instantaneously after doing a line. Upon hearing the click of the line connecting, Tatum took a deep breath. “I did some th-thing bad…” She sobbed into the phone, leaning back against the cabinet. She went on to explain what she had done, the task proving harder than she expected through her uncontrollable sobs.

Tatum couldn’t help the amount of relief that coursed through her body when he had told her he would help her instead of just lecturing her and then hanging up. She placed her phone down on the floor once he’d hung up and sucked in a shaky breath. The effects of the drug were beginning to kick in and dipped her head back towards her knees. The light was becoming all too bright, almost blindingly so.

After what felt like hours, Tatum heard her phone ring again, and it sounded as if someone was holding a megaphone to her ear. She silenced it quickly, desperate to get rid of the sound that was pulsating through her head and pushed it away from her, the vibrating sound echoing just as loud. She tugged at her sweatshirt, which seemed harder to unzip than usual. Her skin felt like it was burning, and hastily shoved her arms out of the black piece of clothing, kicking it away from her as if it were the plague.

[ggfashionnotebook-blog]

OO8. Blake Lively - Simplistic black dress

I want her style! -Blake Lively, Informal by indiejunkiie featuring a strapless tube dress Elizabeth and James strapless tube dress, $417 Alexander Wang long sleeve top, £340 Flavia Stoian stiletto high heels, €150 Vintage chanel bag, £3,745 A V Max gold jewelry, $132

[mommyheichou-blog]

I'm crying over the Harry Potter and the Deathly hallows part 2 trailer.