H O L L O W

GENIE HART and i sit on the c u r b cause it's the prettiest night with no one else in sight you know i wore this dress for you these killer heels for you see the d a r k it moves with every breath of the breeze

[vainglrious]

pazificas‌:

pacifica couldn’t hold back at eye roll at the comment, even though it was one that she likely would’ve echoed to someone else as well. it was funny how in some of the things you disliked about someone were the things that reflected you the most. “bowling, ew i don’t want to wear those ugly shoes other people have worn. i don’t trust that they clean them properly.”

genevieve was detached from caring, she mostly just enjoyed toying with people, but with pacifica, as much as she saw her try, she couldn’t help but respect her just a little bit. she made a good point about the shoes, too. “you’re right, then we will find something else to do over dinner, alright?” she said, sipping her drink. “pitter patter, paz, let’s go.”

[vainglrious]

text ➣ beau

beau: this is a emergencee

beau: code creme brulee

beau: help you're boy out PLEASE

gen: what the actual fuck does this mean, babe

[devils-queen]

[raelynnnix]

[emmyrussum]

Une Femme Est Une Femme (1961) dir. Jean-Luc-Goddard

[vainglrious]

💘 mickey

after oswald, she thought her heart was dried out. there was one person she loved, one person, and she had fulfilled her quota of being vulnerable. of being wanted, and cared for, and held. then, she met mickey, oh, the infamous mickey. she could understand his brother’s disdain. he was a dickhead. but when she met his eyes, there was something that made it hard to look away. there was an intensity between the two, and despite the fact he was her ex’s brother, who happened to despise mickey, she was drawn in. there wasn’t time to feel guilty between the touching and kissing. so now she was here, the early morning rays beaming through the curtains, dancing across the bare back of the boy beside her, and she could only think of one thing: oh, fuck. not again.

[magiciansladies]

[bpdslime-blog1]

“what motivates you?”

[vainglrious]

imma need a vibe check maam

“imma need u to choke.”

[vainglrious]

ozwaldos‌:

to fall in love. oswald thought it would be a thing he would do only once. something so perfectly unique. something that he would do and then feel that for the rest of his life. however, that has never been the case. he’s fallen in love so many times, and each times, he’s been crushed. destroyed even. and it kept happening over and over again. most of the time, the women would leave him forever. never to be seen again. which was good, not having to relive the pain all over again each time. however fate decided that would no longer be the case it seemed. for right in front of him, one of his great heartbreaks stood. he couldn’t believe his own eyes, even as they began to burn. “genevieve?” he questioned, voice nearly cracking. // @vainglrious​

notoriously, genie was a heartless person. she did things for herself, and only herself, to hell with anyone in her life. so it was a surprise to everyone, but especially herself, when she did fall in love. oswald was the one person in the world that made genevieve want to... feel normal. not like a complete power hungry, self obsessed monster. but it wasn’t going to work, so she tried to break it off cleanly, reasoning with herself he’d go back to la, and she’d never have to see him again. it was hard, but it was necessary. she would have just ruined him, and he, god, he was the one person who she didn’t want that to happen to. so imagine her shock to round the corner, and see him standing there, looking as dumbfounded as she probably did. “oswald,” she replied, trying to keep a cool composure, but she could feel herself shaking. they stood there for a moment, neither saying anything. “what are you doing here?”

[vainglrious]

goofsmax‌:

max just wanted people to like him. its all he’s ever really wanted. never growing out of that childish need to be everyone’s friend. only, that never worked out for him. most people thought he was weird, too awkward to be around. so it made it easy to isolate. but it never stopped his desire. especially when it came to pretty women. they were his weakness. they could want to ruin him, and he would let them, no matter the cost to him. which, intuition told him was what the beautiful girl wanted when she called him over. his brows were knit with confusion, “were you trying to get to someone else? i don’t see anyone so they might have gone off without hearing you,” he explained, hands stuffed in his hoodie’s pockets.

as the other grew closer, she knew she had chose right. even if he was aware, he wanted the acceptance, but not in a way, it seemed, that he would outright admit. she looked him up and down, and a smirk spread across her face. “no, babe, i’m talking to you,” she said, and tilted her head up at him, taking her sunglasses off. “what’s your name?”

[vainglrious]

pazificas‌:

the only two people pacifica could really tolerate while being here was tiffany and gen, who seemed like the perfect back up players in the mean girl trio every bitchy blonde needed. they were the heather duke and mcnamara to her heather chandler, the gretchen and karen to her regina, of course all of them thought they were the leader in their own ways pacifica had a little problem with a superiority complex and insisted she was. lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone in absolute boredom, gen bursting through was a godsend. “thank fuck you’re here, i was so bored i thought i was going to die.” she hopped off her bed to make her way to the girl, taking one of the drinks in her hand. “please tell me you have some proper entertainment for me.”

“for you? i don’t do anything for anyone,” genevieve retorted, scrunching her nose at her... friend. there was a trio of them-- gen, paz, and tiff-- and the power dynamic was an odd one. but, genevieve wasn’t interested in the semantics, she just needed someone to not be a total fucking bore over here. if she could haul ass back to london, she would have preferred to do it. “we’re going to a ramen bar, babe, and then maybe bowling, so get your cute socks on, and let’s go.”

[vainglrious]

people were disposable. at least, that’s what she was taught growing up. when they stopped being useful, you expended them. however, being new in town, her resources had since depleted. that didn’t mean she couldn’t find a new person to toy with. that person presented himself in the form of a gangly, dark haired boy, who looked like he skateboarded even if he probably didn’t. she glanced over her sunglasses as he walked by her. “you,” she said, calling to him. “come over here, cutie.” / @goofsmax​

[vainglrious]

genevieve wasn’t all that impressed with emporia, but that wasn’t to say she couldn’t find any use of the people here. something was gonna have to occupy her while she studied with all the uglies. luckily, there was someone who sorta got her, got her in the mean kinda way. pacifica was someone she met when she first got here, and honestly, genie couldn’t have asked for a better person to enter her life. though, her insecurities were a little too apparent, gen enjoyed pacifica’s presence. so she practically burst into her friend’s room, hands full of skinny lattes. “hey, bitch,” she said, handing the blonde her cup. “got you a gift. alright?” / @pazificas​

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