#vcstarts

[buzzkennedy-blog]

Buzz had been covering music for the last few months at the paper, writing lengthy articles about whatever bands his publisher sent him to see that night. Tonight’s act had been particularly atrocious, the singer's voice like a wailing cat in heat or nails against the chalkboard. Hanging back by the bar he nursed a cold beer and took a drag off his cigarette. “Bloody hell,” his eyes rolled back in relief as the act left the stage. “That was just the opening act. I’m gonna need something stronger to drink.”

[francisrhineheart-blog]

  “I probably smell like embalming fluid  sorry about that.”

[louispemberton-blog]

My roommate hasn't done his laundry since the beginning of the semester. I’ve been leaving quarters by his laundry baskets hoping he would get the hint, but our room still smells like a high school locker room. So, I dumped out his bottle of UV Blue and replaced it with laundry detergent. Maybe now he’ll get the picture.

[jroosevelt-blog1]

Ugh. Jesse feels like it’s the first time he’s been out in days, he’s been so swamped with homework. He takes a drag off the cigarette hanging off his lips, and blows the smoke out, leaning against the door frame to the only bar he frequents. 

[rileyxwright-blog]

~Text: Open

Riley: hepl ih've fallen nabd i can'wt get up!

Riley: iq'm surrounded by stralight pceople too!

[babiecaleb]

txt 📱 you

caleb: i had mcdonald's last month and i want it so bad right now but my parents won't let me have it so i'm texting you to whine about it 😪

[ryanrly]

“You know,” Ryan started, re-crossing their legs and leaning back in their chair, “the women’s march is great and all... but the equating of womanhood to loving pink and having a vagina is grossly transphobic. It’s a shame how many TERFs walked among people who actually believe in, you know, equality.”

[fcknsacha-blog]

Sacha twirled a pencil in his fingers as he read over the paper he had just typed up. The library was quiet around him, most of the other tables empty and his distractions minimal... Until he felt the presence of someone else close by. “Can I help you?” he asked in his thick French accent, eyes not leaving the screen.