#uclas:start

[boofmont]

iMESSAGE ↬ ALL CONTACTS

saige: hiy can smbdy piC k me up ??

saige: my ubet not loading and im v madsad !!! i jus wna leave

saige: but PLS pls pls pLs it’s cold n dark n my feet hurty :(

[clemvanderbb]

               she’s sitting on the steps of the delta house, emerald optics locked on the floor before the sound of footsteps pulls her out of her thoughts, bright gaze lifting towards the other as a delicate smile finds her features. ❝ hey… ❞ 

[ollienelson-blog]

imessage to: open

ollie: so tired of doing homework

ollie: come save me pls

[saigebeaumont]

i kissed a girl, and i liked it; the taste of her cherry chapstick-- benjy’s hips gyrated in a way that was almost positively grotesque, though perhaps that was because of the low-rising boho pants the idiot had decided to sport that day. he looked like a hippie summoning rain, his arms raised towards the sky in the middle of the quad. not even when benjy felt somebody’s eyes on him did he pause, instead rotating his hips downtown as he faced the figure, hands now on his hips as if he was mid-macarena, “what? i’m doing yoga!” it was very clearly not yoga.

[maribelsawyer]

her worn down oxfords tapped against the library floor at a consistent, yet, mildly annoying pace as mari stared down at her laptop, eyes narrowed in concentration as she attempted to finish her american gov quiz online. it wasn’t that the subject was necessarily hard--it was just, well...mari really, truly, sucked at it. that much was evident as her results flashed onto the page, a frustrated groan escaping her lips and tears building in her eyes far too quickly. with a truly, given up, whimper--she buried her head into her arms, pushing her laptop away from her in the process, “’m jus’ gonna...become a shepherd in ireland or somethin’...” the brunette muttered, muffled by the sleeves of her cardigan--to nobody in particular.

[astereaholloway]

“i wouldn’t touch that if i were you,” aster warned, eyes not leaving her microscope for another few moments before she scooted her chair away, finally looking up towards the other, “do you like coming in close contact with toxic plants or are you trying to piss me off today?”

[ohxrvmeo-blog]

random text - open

romeo: is it considered rude to use your phone while getting blowed?

romeo: like i'm just curious

[lndshl]

She makes her way through the party with a plan in mind. Eyes search for someone, anyone that she thinks would do. Eventually, arms wrap excitedly around the randomly chosen person. “That guy’s totally trying to get into my pants.” she informs, hands placed on the other’s cheeks, before they manage to turn their head. “Don’t look.” Linda half-hisses, pulling the other into a hug,  head resting on their shoulder. “Just for tonight, pretend to be my lover. Please?”