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📲 mardra 💛

ELIZA: so i may or may not have just sent THE most fucked up/riskiest text to a guy??

[ohmydcrling]

clementine had been nervous to share a room with naomi during the retreat, but it’d proved alright - better than alright, really. but back at masters she hardly had an excuse to breeze through naomi’s department and see what she was up to. clem was on her way out when she heard naomi’s voice traveling from across the lobby, and she stopped in her tracks, stalling the conversation with who she was walking out with to turn, shoving her hands into her pockets as naomi caught up. “hey.” she smiled shyly. 

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@mardra spencer

it was interesting, eliza thought, to see girls be more a part of her life now than they had been when she was younger. it wasn’t like eliza didn’t have friends growing up, because she did: people to invite to birthdays and get invitations from, people to go see movies with, to have help with homework. she had all of that. but somehow, now, she had a couple of girls in her life that she cared for more deeply than any of those surface-level friends. mardra was one of them, surprisingly or not. “okay, serious question,” she said, cutting up a log of cookie dough and placing the slices onto a sheet of parchment paper, “how do we feel about eating raw cookie dough, miss spencer?”

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@naomi beauchamp

"do you ever think,” heather hummed, head tilted as she looked up at the clouds that passed, “about the people who first fell in love?” she had been thinking about it the night before. “or like, about the person who thought up the word ‘love’, and what they’d think about the way we use it now?” some days, heather tried not to let her heart rule so much of her life. but most days, days like today, it seemed like that was the only way she could think properly, is if she was feeling just as much, if not more. “it’s possible that i’m thinking too hard about this, isn’t it?”

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@naomi beauchamp

there wasn’t a day that went by where lindsey didn’t take a picture of something. no matter what it was, she had this terrible habit of finding beauty, of wanting to catch it, keep it and have it with her forever. more than half the photos on her phone were of inconsequential little things, small moments of beauty and happiness she found in the city, in people. “naomi,” she said, already taking her phone out, “whatever you do, don’t move. there’s a ladybug on your shoulder, and it matches your shirt, if i don’t get a picture of it i’ll never forgive myself.”

[ohmydcrling]

it would’ve been easy to miss, which is why baby still reached all the way down to the ground in her tall heels to pick up the small adapter that had fallen out of her elevator-mates bag, grumping and swatting away the security guard that was making sure she wouldn’t tip over. she held out the small wire to the blonde sharing the space with her with a cheery smile on her face. “i think you might need this?” 

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[ohmydcrling]

naomi always got to leave and do all of the fun stuff. as much as elijah liked working in-house, whenever naomi walked into the office and he passed by where she was editing nature photography, looking sun-kissed and actually happy to be back in her office chair, he got pretty jealous. more often than not he found himself bothering her just for an escape from his own self-imposed monotony. “i’m just saying. yes, beautiful. absolutely. but you couldn’t pay me enough money to be outside for that long in that high of humidity. it’s like literally breathing water.”

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