miss nothing

After Jesus and Rock 'n' Roll Couldn't save my immoral soul, well I've got nothing left I've got nothing left to lose

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❛I had a date, it’s not a big deal.❜ It is. In fact, she hadn’t date anyone since she broke up with April’s father a few years ago. It was quite an adventure but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to start going out with different men who clearly wanted to have sex with her in the end. The girl sighs.  ❛We had a couple of drinks, he paid the bill. I tried to tell him I had my own money but…he insisted.❜    The singers shrugs. Not caring much about the situation.

[trista-y]

“oh, man. rachel on a date? this should be front page news. and he paid? oh no! should i call the new york times? or the washington post? this sure beats whatever stupidity is going on in the white house.”

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  ‘ new york is amazing but it’s also just as crazy, i honestly don’t get how people LIVE there .. ’ she supposed the people there said the same thing about l.a. though. ‘anyway, i’m glad to be back home. did i miss anything crazy while i was away ? ’

[trista-y]

“i should move to new york. it’s darker and dingier than stupid sunny la. but alas i am here for this stupid record company.”

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         – &&. ❝ HOW MANY FUCKIN’ times do I have to tell them to hop off my DICK. ❞ Tone was sour, laced with scathing irritation as ice-colored eyes lingered on the article glaring up at him from his phone-screen. A mild scoff followed his words, a muted CLICK causing the illuminated screen to go dark before the rapper pocketed the device. ❝ If they listened, they wouldn’t HAVE to post articles about me flipping them off in the FIRST PLACE. ❞

[trista-y]

“it’s more entertaining this way don’t ya know? people like to think you’re rude and badass and for something as simple as flipping off fuckers, it works wonders.” trista had her fair share of photos flipping of numerous peoples. 

[trista-y]

Im alive just never on my computer ??

But please come rp with me and one of my children

[trista-y]

| ◤° [ ‘ DOWN, CUJO. JUST get in the fucking car. ’ patience wearing thin, grip white knuckled on the door handle as she pulled herself into the large black rover, sia felt like she couldn’t calm down and it was all too familiar. ‘ i can’t deal with this anymore .’

“yea, yea mom.” tris answered and followed suit. really there was no reason to look into tris’s life, she was boring and she was a bit embarrassed by it. “then don’t. why do you keep it up?”

[trista-y]

As they cleaned, Rhys nodded. They knew the feeling of writing something that was okay but not what they wanted. “What kind of stuff do you usually write?”

“dark shit that parents hate.” tris smirked, biting her thumb as she straightened up. “some people think i’m some kind of devil-worshipper. and maybe i am.”

[trista-y]

“No one I can think of, but I’m here and I don’t dislike it, so there’s that, at least.” Rhys stepped into the room, taking the other’s words as permission, and began picking up containers and assorted trash from the floor. “Not your best, but any good at all?”

“yea, yea.” tris nodded, not arguing as rhys entered and started helping her clean up. plus she hated the end of her binders. “i mean, depends on what you like.”

[trista-y]

    " burn the people who did me wrong or burn the shoes? i can go with either, “ she was slightly over dramatizing the situation but her frivolous grin remained intact. “ i’m kidding. it was a fucking bust but i know that i was serving looks so, at the end of the day, i guess a girl’s got to remain grateful. “

“both, for sure.” tris nodded, her face still cold stone. “you know, you do you. i can’t do shit like that, and i definitely don’t serve looks.”

[trista-y]

| ◤° [ ‘ OBVIOUSLY NOT. EVERY time i see you, i’m worried you’re gonna puke because you’re hung over, man. ’ juniper replied cooly, rolling her bright eyes. ‘ i’m surprised you sit still long enough for anyone to even take your picture. ’

“you’re not wrong there.” tris nodded in agreement, she didn’t even try to argue with people anymore. “i don’t sit and i almost exclusively where black. that’s my requirements.” 

[trista-y]

| ◤° [ ‘ DON’T EVEN TRY it, kid. you got one too. i know you didn’t just throw it out. ’

“i didn’t, but maybe i should. puts things into perspective you could say.”

[trista-y]

| ◤° [ ‘ FUCKING HELL, COME on. give a man a break. ’ lex should have expected nothing else from trista - neither his favourite nor least favourite person at crowned. ‘ i hope you know that’s fucking boring. ’

“can’t say that it wasn’t at least a little funny.” tris shrugged, she thought she was fucking hilarious.

[trista-y]

| ◤° [ ‘ AND LET ME guess, all yo friends were with their loved ones and you were… oh, right: alone. didn’t see you in no pictures so obviously you weren’t special enough to get invited. ’ saccharine sweet delivery with the scathing underlying bite, barbie had no patience for trista’s ‘rebel’ attitude. it was overplayed and tired. just like the bags under the blonde’s eyes

“you nailed it right on the head.” tris replied dryly, ignoring the sting of the woman’s words. “aren’t you so smart and special barbie?”

[trista-y]

I’ll be on more after my exams Friday !!

[trista-y]

“Live your life, I’m not going to stop you.” Rhys smiled at the other and surveyed the messy room. “Do you want someone to come in here and clean up?” They hadn’t meant to find this in a studio, but if it was here, they were willing to help out. “What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“who fucking likes cleaning up?” tris raised an eyebrow, moving to throw and empty container in a trashbag. she was just glad that most of the evidence of her slight bender was gone at the moment. “just some shit, had time while everyone was away. not my best.”

[trista-y]

| ◤° [ ‘ SHUT THE FUCK up, trista. i’m literally not in the mood. if you’re not going to be helpful, close your mouth, keep it closed, and don’t piss me off any more than i all ready am.’ the crowd of immature ‘ooh’s that resounded instantly made the blonde bite her tongue, knowing it’d be a stupid sound bite later on. ‘ just fucking come on. i don’t have time for this shit from you or anyone else. ’

“wow.” tris feigned shock, a little impressed by sia’s sudden harshness. not that she blamed her, tris deserved it more and more. “ya, go fuck your mom’s cocks.” tris shouted to the paps as she moved to slide into sia’s car, flipping them off through the windows as their camera’s flashed. maybe she’d end up on tmz or some shit later. “you should go off more often, maybe they’ll back off.”

[trista-y]

TRISTA YOUNG  DEBUT ALBUM — LIGHT ME UP        featuring her first two singles MAKE ME WANNA DIE and GOIN’ DOWN 

tracklist 

01. my medicine 02. since you’re gone 03. make me wanna die 04. light me up 05. zombie 06. just tonight 07. miss nothing 08. goin’ down 09. nothing left to lose 10. you 11. factory girl 

artist commentary: 

this album started when i was sixteen in the back of a tour bus as i rigged lights for every show. it’s been ten years coming, with many breaks, but it’s my soul wrapped in a pretty bow. though others don’t find it as pretty. it’s for all you rock’n’roll souls who just wanna say fuck it. —- tris

[trista-y]

“don’t judge me.” trista blurted out as someone walked into the studio she had currently holed up in for the week. her clothes were littered everywhere, so was carton of empty take-out trays, and a mix of the maine and all time low were blaring through the speakers. “i didn’t have anything else to do ok?”