#this was queued.

[ofbitterness-archive]

;; PARRISH AYALA IN THE MOODBOARD - PART I.

[ofbitterness-archive]

for whxxpering based off this plot.

         drunk off her ass, it never crossed yara’s mind to call her actual boyfriend. he was the reason why she had gone out in the first place -- but now, and because her daddy had recently presented her with a new audi she didn’t want to see a single scratch on, she found she couldn’t drive, and thus, he was called. her boyfriend’s twin brother, that is. they looked so alike, but his brother was nicer to her. they were friends. she always flirted when they were alone but the male never seemed to catch it. perhaps he didn’t want to believe her. the car pulled up outside the club she’d gone to that night and the blonde was quick to hop inside. “thank you so much for the ride,” she said in all honesty. the tight dress was clumsily riling upwards, showing too much thigh, which she never noticed. yara turned to him before the vehicle started moving again. “tonight was so shitty. the drinks were superb -- but the company. eh. you must come with me next time!”

[valsjuls]

I should blog more instead of queuing ..

[komaedakouhai]

I'm literally so awful at communication and interacting with people.

Like I just feel so bad for the other person because it's just like what even am I doing? Like.. God, it's like talking to a wall if only that wall could just barely form sentences and make facial expressions.

That is me.

Like I have such a hard time believing anyone could ever even want to talk to me just because I see myself as being so boring.

I'm just.. Ew. Like. I'm me. Can I not be me? Thanks.

/ceases vomiting words onto a read more post.