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TRISTA KINGSTON 18. FLYER. @QUEENSTON: money doesn’t buy happiness, but i’d rather cry on a terrace with a mediterranean seascape view and reach into a birkin for kleenex to wipe my tears away.

[tristakingston]

drewvasilev:

It was clear she wasn’t talking to him. That much was certain by the way she wasn’t even looking in his general direction. Her head was bowed and that was all he could tell from here. He was close enough to hear her conversation though. And what a conversation it was. Or one-sided conversation. Or thoughts spoken out loud. “Damn those non-binary people,” he said loud enough for her to hear.

Trista doesn’t need to look to know who it is; there’s no mistaking that tacky accent for anyone else. “Hang on, Stacey.” She turns anyway, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Nobody asked for your input, Jersey Shore. If I was like, searching for ways to drop my IQ, there are methods that don’t involve your voice making my ears bleed.” 

[tristakingston]

leonardraske:

It wasn’t that Leo wasn’t used to being stopped in the hallway for a chat, it was just usually done with a bit more point.  Instead he had to double take on Trista, stopping midstride. “Sup Kingston. Is that a serious question for me- cause it is super confusing and I got some thoughts.”

Glancing back over her shoulder, Trista pursed her lips. “I highly doubt that, but let’s say I humour you.” When he didn’t respond immediately, she sighed. “Chop chop, Raske. Unlike you, my time is of the essence.” 

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[tristakingston]

irene-vanessa-torres:

Irene was walking down the halls of Mercer Hall when she heard the young female’s controversial monologue. Usually, she’d ignore such incidents but that wasn’t going to be the case this time. Sighing to herself, she walked up to the fellow blonde and tapped on her shoulder. “Hey…”

Trista flinched at the contact and held up a finger. “Hang on, Harper.” She pressed the phone to her chest and flashed the other girl a smile. “Hey. Is there something you wanted?” 

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[tristakingston]

With her head bowed and her hair concealing both her earphones and the side of her face, it wasn’t clear that Trista was on the phone when she spoke. “Okay, but like, hear me out. I’m super woke. I mean, I have a tumblr account so duh. I just… I don’t really get non-binary? Like, how can you say you feel like a girl some days and a boy others and that’s why you don’t assign to a gender, but also say that gender norms are bullshit and we need to get rid of them? I’m not even hating but it’s like, way contradictory…” 

[tristakingston]

hey hey, some of you may know me but for those who don’t, i’m tash! more importantly, this is my smol teen dream drama queen, trista. i’m hella late to the party but pls come plot, i’m always game for a chat and will have some connections up. thanks! 

[tristakingston]

margo-lee:

“I would be the math tutor.” Margo motioned to the person looking lost in the library. She’d let them wonder around for a bit but grew bored of the pacing. 

Trista glanced over at the girl who had piped up. “Honey, I do Statistics. I don’t need more math. I need a Xanax.” 

[tristakingston]

jamesvanderwaal:

“What a fucking joke,” James muttered under his breath, “You got a light… Hell, even a matchbook or something?” Wayward hands patted his pockets, attempting to find the lighter he could’ve sworn he had brought with him that day. 

Okay, so the real joke was that someone at this crackhead college could actually not own a lighter. Like seriously, in a place where you couldn’t go ten yards without passing some jackass who stank of patchouli and B.O it was like, a honest modern miracle. Trista was about to toss that comment over her shoulder with a hair flip, but then her gaze travelled up, and up... and up. And wow.  “Oh my god, definitely.” She began to root through her Kate Spade purse. “Don’t you just love matchbooks though? They’re so vintage.” 

[tristakingston]

wtfxmia:

“There was a saint that delivered pizza to my dorm for me. I need to know who did it, and why they did it. They sent two pizzas if you want some. It’s so good. I’ve never felt this blessed.”

“Pass. Do I look like I eat refined carbohydrates to you?” Trista peered inside the box and clapped a hand over her mouth because legit, ew. “Do you even know how bad the hygiene rating is at fast food restaurants? The big corporations pay off the inspectors because they’re mega-rich. It’s like, the biggest conspiracy of our time.” 

[dovecdaily]