#wcstelcnd

[hauntvd-blog]

✘ ░ * &. // ─ SNAPCHAT ;

( wcstelcnd )

ELIAS: why did i just wake up to 20 drunk snapchats from you  ELIAS: all of which are of you proclaiming your love for me ELIAS: damn ,, tf did you drink last night 

[hauntvd-blog]

✘ ░ * &. // ─ SNAPCHAT ;

( wcstelcnd )

FLORA: on a 7 hour flight to paris FLORA: with a huge bag of bugles to accompany me ! FLORA: currently loving life , but also hating it because you aren’t coming with me ):

[fcmous-blog]

☆ aand ϟ bc my heart

( && ☆ : for a drunken voicemail )

“hello?” the boy slurred, taking another sip of what could’ve been his sixth drink tonight but who was counting? “ava, i want you to– i want you to just shhh and listen okay? okay.” fox awaited her response but little did he know it was her voicemail. it wasn’t like he’s paid any attention to her voice prompt indicating that his call was sent there. “i think y-you’re really fuckin’ gorgeous a-and i wanna go ou– shhh m’tryna ask something.” he said to the blonde in font of him as she tugged him to the bar, “ah fuck it. m’gonna call you back.” on that note he hung up.

( && ϟ: for a break up voicemail )

hunter had been contemplating how to explain to her for hours that he was tired but never found the right way to say it. he contemplated many times on just losing contact with her but it’d be wrong and he knew that. having the call go to voicemail gave him a sense of relief because he didn’t have to hear the pain in her voice when he spoke. “hey um, kins? i was just– well– i’ve been thinking and i think we need some time apart. i’m just not… happy anymore.not that you’re not a great girl– you are it’s just i need time for me.  so this is me…” he paused his sentence, taking a massive sigh, “this is me taking a break. anyways, i hope things for you go well i guess.” the boy couldn’t find anymore to say so he just hung up, leaving her with no goodbye, just a click.

[heartrenderd]

“ i’d ask you if that’s a hickie but i heard you squeak earlier after the vaccum revved loud enough to wake me up. “ quinn rubs sleepily at his eyes as he pushes himself into a sitting position in his bed, a hearty yawn stretching his jaw wide. “ place looks nice though -- thanks.”

[fcmous-blog]

( && wcstelcnd * )

“ you know the rules when i’m writing and yet you still show up announced so let me remind you-- cash, grass, ass or get out. i let it slide once before but not today, nope, no. ”

[spoilvd-blog]

finn’s lit hazel hues scanned the girl’s small frame & he could swear she was something special. he wasn’t one to do this love thing; dates, flowers, cuddles & all of these ‘couple’ things weren’t for him. he supposed, in retrospect, that running off after other women had not taught him the lesson he’d wanted, had not taught him not to think with his heart, but a plenty time ago, he had been convinced he was doing just that. living with his father had taught him to not believe in love & happy endings, but that the most important things were work & money. so, most of the time, the only thing he had wanted from women was sex — ava, on the other  hand, was someone finn had to work really hard on, not just for sex, but for her attention, even. ‘ ava noelle  — i wouldn’t want to take too much of your precious time  — i’m not even sure if i deserve it, but maybe, you’d like to join me on a trip to paris? nothing special — it’s just some business stuff, but your company would be much better than going there alone.  ’