#sabralyssa

[lucas-peterson]

Luke & Alyssa

alyssa-dimitriou:

Jealous much?

I think you are forgetting about your hot friend, Alyssa.

You asking me out?

[missmarinaberglund-blog]

@alyssa-dimitriou:

Oh god, I always wished I had your color eyes.

Blue ones?

[selenemacsuain-blog]

Selene & Alyssa

@alyssa-dimitriou I’ll go. Who doesn’t need an escape every now and then?

Perfect! I’ll pick you up on the way out, aye? I was thinking we could head up to Redding? It’s a bit of a drive but there are some beautiful trails out there.

[selenemacsuain-blog]

Dachaigh || Selene Macsuain - Headcanon -

Selene’s eyes strained to look at the laptop screen she had been working on for the last 4 hours, blinking in frustration as she tried to focus. The abstract was written by a new graduate student who, quite obviously, was a pompous ass. Shaking her head and hitting print, she wandered over to the pinter and collected the poorly written document and sitting back down and reached for her pen. It was as her hand moved into her bag that she felt the journal which contained her most recent poems. It has been a while since she had posted any on the network or on her other social media and she was starting to feel the absence of it. The last couple of weeks a depression had set in but the fog was beginning to clear. Sick of the routine, she had decided to head up along the North coast. 

Finishing off the paper work, she packed up her office and headed out, texting Alyssa to say she’d be around in the morning to pick her up before their road trip before heading home. Pulling out an old bag she shoved it full of some bits and pieces and logged onto the network, looking over her conversations and those of others, closing her laptop again with a faint furrow in her brow. It was a niggling feeling she had been experiencing for a few weeks, but one she didn’t quite know how to verbalize. Maybe the answer was in some fresh air and getting away from the overwhelming work. Sighing, she decided to turn off her social media for the weekend.

Sunday evening when they finally made it back, Selene’s head was much clearer. Whether it was from the fresh air or the fresh conversation she felt a bit more like her old self again. Dropping her bag in the corner of her apartment she stripped down and headed for the shower, deciding to wash away the remnants of a trek amongst the woods and ready for the week ahead. Dachaigh, home, she need to make LA home for the time being. For a long time she had felt like she was passing through, but she needed to put some roots down. There was no better place to do it. 

[lucas-peterson]

Who are your closest friends?

@axelmathis

@taneycaviler

@alyssa-dimitriou

@connor--byrne

@genaya-salazar

@selenemacsuain

[coralieharper-blog]

Alyssa & Coralie

@alyssa-dimitriou:

Girl, I have never been to New York. But you look cute as fuck in this picture.

I haven’t either; it will be a new experience for me. Thank you, sweets.

[coralieharper-blog]

Alyssa & Coralie

@alyssa-dimitriou

Wow that is so beautiful! I wish I was better at things like that. I will grab lunch with you during my break!

Thank you! Do you paint, or anything? You will, that’s excellent! There’s this place called The Griddle Cafe, we can meet there.

[keila-maahs]

Alyssa & Keila

@alyssa-dimitriou

That’s so pretty! I wish I was a good gardener and could grow flowers like that.

I wish I could too. An elderly couple lived there. After I took the picture she popped her head out and waved at us. I feel like time as stopped in this town. No busy city life.