#prentnd

[realforyou]

@prentnd​ ! –– complicated + robin thicke . 

      “ i wish i could be , who you want me to be . i wish i could stop bein' the same ol' me . i wish i could lose all of my blues .. ––- i wish i could stop putting my blues on you . ”

[realforyou]

@prentnd​ ! –– dead to me + kali uchis . 

      “ .. –– it's okay to disagree , we don't have to be friends . see , you think you've got problems with me ? but , baby i don't even think about you . ”

[silvrmccnz]

@prentnd​​  ♡ 2/2

“why did you lie to me? why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?”

[silvrmccnz]

@prentnd​​  ♡ 1/2

​“she came by to tell me she’s pregnant, and that she’s having the baby.” 

[lvciddreamt]

@prentnd​

based.

“you make me sick.”

[mentamoon]

for  the  one  &  only  @prentnd​  !

as  she  looks  at  her  best  friend's  reflection  through  the  mirror  ,  giovanna  wonders  how  she  ended  up  in  this  predicament  .  sure  ,  it  was  normal  for  her  to  help  lydia  get  ready  for  a  date  ,  but  the  unusual  feeling  deep  beneath  her  stomach  would  say  otherwise  .  perhaps  it's  the  fact  that  vanz  thought  her  best  friend  was  way  too  good  for  this  mystery  man  ,  or  maybe  it  was  simply  because  she  had  started  to  develop  the  tiniest  crush  on  the  beaut  .  she'd  never  admit  to  it  though  ,  &  would  rather  bury  her  sentiments  under  a  six  foot  grave  (  which  is  where  giovanna  would  rather  be  right  now  .  )  ❛  are  you  sure  you  wanna  go  out  with  ...  him  ?  ❜  she  asks  ,  manicured  digits  scrolling  through  the  instagram  page  of  lydia's  date  ,  making  sure  to  do  a  quick  background  check  for  the  beaut  before  she  carries  on  .  ❛  i  don't  know  'bout  you  ,  but  the  vibe  he  gives  off  just  screams  serial  killer  .  ❜

[vilains-aa]

"  i'd  tone  the  attitude  down  a  few  notches  if  i  were  you.  "  /  @prentnd​

[trackmind]

❛ ✯ ┋  @prentnd​​​​ !

          propping an elbow up on the counter, chin resting atop the palm of her hand, jamie studies the bartender closely. “hey...” she eventually calls out, voice smooth as honey as it leaves parted lips, which curl into the semblance of a smile. “do you happen to only work shifts on my nights off, or is the universe actively trying to set us up?” there’s a hint of mockery in her observation, the girl not one to believe in matters of fate, but still figuring the argument serves its purpose. to probe ... or flirt, if you will.