#wakestarter

[julianbarber]

“Whoever invented those little bags of cereal is a genius. Honestly, I think I ate four on the tube this morning. You just dump some milk in the bag and it doesn’t even leak,” Julian kept talking, starting to get off tack. “Though I think the person across the aisle seemed slightly appalled by the time I was on bag 3. Not that he had any right, sitting there in what was clearly last night’s outfit, smelling like what I believe was vomit.”

[cameronhclt-blog]

“Hey, do you happen to have a smoke on you I could bum?” He asked, his fingers twitching with nerves as he let out a half genuine laugh. It wasn’t like him to be physically anxious, but there was always a time when it seeped into his skin when he didn’t do an audition perfectly. There wasn’t much flaw to his performance, simply a crack to his voice as he tried to jump an octave in the song he was preforming with. Nothing that the casting director seemed phased by, but there was still a part of him that was trying not to vomit since he couldn’t believe he managed to fuck up. Perhaps he was simply harshly critical. “It’s no worry if you don’t,” he continued, the silence lasting to long in his own head, because silence left him able to delve deeper into his own head.

[annikaxsky-blog]

It had been a more than rough week and this weekend was welcomed with open arms. She grabbed the bottle and began dancing to the music playing on her speakers turning around at the sound of the opening door. “Join Me?”

[sulli-clarke-blog]

“C’mon, don’t act like that. I know you want to have a disney marathon. Stop pouting. Let’s go.”

[ctrlmaxine-blog]

max fumbled with her camera — she adjusted the lens, the exposure, even switched the angle from which she was shooting, but she couldn’t manage to get a picture worth looking at twice. letting out a sigh of frustration, she all but collapsed onto the bench, chin in her hands as her eyes scanned for anything worth looking at before she caught sight of the figure walking by. “hey,” she called, softly, voice somewhat shaky. “i know this is...weird but can — can i take a picture of you?” 

[audreyswanx-blog]

"Can I help you?"

[tfwfreya-blog]

•.+ ☾ // text message ; open

FREYA: theres a barca match on wednesday in barcelona anyone knows if its ok to like.. go there.. it is a semifinal

[sulli-clarke-blog]

sulliclarke: i'm just gonna watch everyone get lovey dovey on v-day