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[victorgriffin-blog]

“I’m a bit... drunk... but I’m super hungry... Are those chips? Oh my fucking god thank you thank you thank you-” Victor plunged his head into the bowl of chips, still blubbering a few thank yous.

[callcolette-blog]

         “You know, it’s funny. Boys hear I’m half Russian and it’s like they’re afraid, but they hear I’m half French and suddenly they think they’re smooth in asking me: ‘voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?' Nicolette shook her head, laughing gently. “Luckily I have the even scarier back up of... My dad’s a cop. Or maybe I’d have to face a little more harassment. Don’t get me wrong, it can be funny, and usually is, especially if I tell them it’s a minor offense, but it’s harassment nonetheless. Just a warning,” the girl trailed before speaking again with a cheeky grin. “But sometimes I need the amusement and the ego boost. I’m only human, right?”

[dimitriisms-blog]

                “listen up, kiddos --- 

        sending me filtered pictures of the giant shit you took at 2:30 am after a ‘triumphant’ party and post-intoxication does not count as art, no matter how aesthetic you think it is. just a reminder for the next assignment. cool?”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

          “--- oh my god, you can’t just say something like that, you know -- i mean, not that loudly, at least.” a hand flies to their mouth as whitt stifles a giggle, walking along the hallways with their companion in tow, heels clacking all the way. “for all you know, she could be listening -- which, to be honest, i couldn’t care less about, but-- ah.” smile morphing into a scowl straightaway, whitt peers down at the figure that had stopped them in their tracks. taking a deep breath, the smile returns to their face once more -- only this time, a trifle less genuine. “excuse me,” they begin, voice practically sticky with palpable sugar, “don’t you think you ought to, oh, i don’t know --- watch where you’re going?”

[hazelmvsings-blog]

She groaned quietly before rolling onto her side, facing whatever view was in front of her. “I really don’t want to go to class today,” she mumbled to herself before closing her eyes. “I’m thinking about skipping, but... Should I? I think I’ve already skipped like twice, maybe. I should try keeping track next year.”

[gslmccrthy-blog]

             “--- watch out, by the way, i think i saw, like, a rat over in that corner there a couple of days ago... or maybe i was just dreaming it --- i dream up a lot of stuff, apparently; at least, i think i do.

                               huh. strange. -- anyway, what do you think of this vinyl?”

[infiniteyuri]

❛ ━ OKAY, talia penelope mccormick, THIS is what’s going to happen. because i’m your mum and because i said so! ❜ sweat drips off the young mother’s countenance as she kneels in front of the three-year-old after sitting her on the park bench. it’d been a LONG day looking after her energetic daughter and while she’d been trying to get her assignment done, the other was getting into a fight with another little girl. ❛ did you HAVE to make her eat the sand? NO. did you HAVE to put a rollie pollie down her pants? NO. you’re gonna go apologize to that little girl. what were you thinking, talia? ❜ the stubborn tyke only crosses her arms, unable to answer. sienna sighs loudly, crumpling next to her daughter. and just when her guard was down, talia took off running back to the playground, closing her ears to the objections of her mother. it’s lucky ( or maybe NOT ) that she ran into someone, or sienna wouldn’t have had a PRAYER of catching her again. she drops her hands on the toddler’s shoulders, preventing her from running once again. ❛ ━ i am SO sorry for her. are you okay? are you hurt? TALIA, say you’re sorry! ❜

[melodyous-blog]

         Bittersweet fragrance wrapped around her like a blanket, the smell of coffee amazingly prevalent even for a cafe, but she was too drawn to the papers in front of her to notice. Nerves took a hold of her at an alarming rate, welcoming her like an old friend as she was already overwhelmed and it was the first day. Maybe that’s what she got for schooling a whole ocean and large country away from home and living with her aunt and uncle near Bristol. She was a sunshine baby and here the skies were grey. If she wanted to get to the ocean, she’d have to drive awhile and driving on the right side of the car on the left side of the street? Not something she looked forward to learning, she had a hard enough time with the way she’d bee used to all her life, but that wasn’t what had her now. No, that would be math. Variables and logarithms were never something that came easier to her. She was a literature person, music, lyrics, poetry... Novels. She wasn’t meant to take e to the such and such power and log it. “Well, this is... definitely not promising,” Melody sighed and shook her head. “What am I doing?”