no thanks.

I'll sit inside and watch the sunset all by myself in my apartment +

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tada part l tada part ll

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                             Kieran Abel Moore-Whittier...

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srslyeloise:

“I’m not.” Eloise huffed, although the way she’d sprung up from his couch a moment before hadn’t exactly helped her case. She continued on not exactly sure why she was even leading considering it was Dex who even knew where the bar was, but upon hearing him crash into the door behind her figuring that was probably why. She debated slinging an arm under his shouters to help him, not really wanting him to fall down in his intoxicated state, but not wanting to overstep either. Or worse, have him make another comment about how she enjoyed the role of caretaker.  “Couldn’t you just have said a good time?” she asked with the raise of her brow, the corners of her mouth lifted into an almost smile. “And I loosen up quite often, thank you very much. Just because you’re not there to see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.” Eloise responded, rolling her eyes playfully. “What? I am not uptight!” she protested, shaking her head at him. “You’re uptight.” she said, pointing a finger at him before pointing at herself. “I’m chill enough, especially for an artist.”

“No.” He retorted simply and cutly as if to say how dare she even question the thing that he said. “Because I am very drunk and it’s a lot more poetic, if I do say so myself.” The boy smirked rather dorkishly as he turned a mock look of offense towards the girl. “And for an artist like yourself I would assume you’d understand such a complex statment as such.” A tiny chuckle soon followed from his mouth as he attempted to keep his balance and walk like a normal, sober person. “I know I am.” Dexter began, pushing his shoulders back and puffing out his chest as if Eloise had complimented him. “I embrace it..live it even.” His head bounced in small nod of agreement as he spoke. “And I’m not entirely sure what you mean for an artist. Isn’t the lifestyle of the artist to be rather..chill?” He inquired with a tilt of his head as he pressed the elevator button to take them to ground floor. “Correct me if I’m wrong, I’ve always been under the impression the life of an artist is to be some sort of weird hippie. Although, anyone could probably put together that’s not you.” He sighed as the ding of the elevator rang through his ears. “No, I suppose that’s the difference between you and most artists. You seem to put a lot more effort into making a beautiful piece. Rather than attempting to disturb people with some sob story of an instalation.” He smirked before gesturing her into the elevator. “But that’s just my opinion. Who would take a drunk like me serious.” He began to laugh in an attempt to brush off his clearly genuine statement.

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sydneypng:

If I needed a letter of recommendation, I wouldn’t go to him. There’s plenty of other teachers at my school who respect me, believe it or not.

I don’t but I suppose that’s a really lucky break for you.

[lgbtmazight]

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demisexualsteve:

0. Forget you’re broken too.

[niallsfrown]

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5/31

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sydneypng:

But, is he going to remember it in ten years? Probably not. And if so, it’ll be something he can laugh about. Besides, I’m never going to see him again pretty soon.

Sure, if that’s truly what you think. I wish you the best of luck when it’s time for you to ask for a letter of recomendation or when you expect to be taken seriously by said teacher.

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whtvrwren:

I’m not even a few years older than you, how am I a grandma?

Because clearly age isn’t doing you as well as it’s doing the rest of us if you can’t read something as simple as fine print..

[wordsnquotes]

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald (via sercndipitious)

[wnq-writers]

My mind is a storm cloud And my words pour from my mouth Like rain Sometimes like lightning Sharp And burning

lonely-vagabonds (via wnq-writers)

[sunshineandfeelingfine]

[wnq-writers]

When you wake up from a nightmare and realize that you were the villain. That the fear you felt was not of the monsters hiding in the shadows, but of the monsters hiding in your own heart.

coldkingdoms (via wnq-writers)

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srslyeloise:

Although his tone was playful, his words were still like a slap to the face. Does it make you feel I need you? It was a question she didn’t want to think about, mostly because it was true and they both knew it. Eloise was suddenly feeling very small, much smaller than when she had a moment ago, and a part of her resented him for being able to make her feel this way. But there was the larger part of herself that didn’t resent him at all– not even after his cruel words and cold exterior. The part of her that would always be soft for him and keep falling back into whatever toxic grave they’d selfishly dug themselves into. A moment too late Eloise realized she’d never answered his question, although a part of her suspected he hadn’t been expecting one, anyway. “Why am I not surprised?” she murmured, fists uncurling. She hadn’t even realized she’d been clenching them in the first place, her nails leaving crescent moon imprints in the soft flesh of her palms. She tore her gaze away from her hands and towards him once more, eyes sparkling with interest despite it all. One look at his smug grin and she was already standing up, brushing past him on her way towards the door. “Fine, but only because you’re buying.” 

“Not like you’re eager or anything.” Dex scoffed as he followed her lead, still finding it slightly difficult not to stumble along or let a few involuntary burps pass his lips. The boy snatched his wallet and keys on his way out the door, the blissful numbness making it nearly impossible to feel the collision of his thigh with the threshold of his front door. Locking his door, Dexter still pondered exactly what it was that brought the girl to his door at such an ungodly hour. He was also sure he’d find the exact answer with the right amount of alcohol. Maybe it was simply to ensure he wasn’t drowning in his own vomit or trashing his own apartment, but he wasn’t completely sold on that idea. He knew people’s intentions weren’t all pure and in the right set of mind. Even if it was Eloise and maybe that was why he was so intent on taking her out. The blond himself was curious and he was always in the mood for being amused by Eloise and her drunk anctics. “It should be what people who enjoy the company of others would refer to as a good time. I don’t think I’ve actually seen you loosen up in a while anyways.” He added with a sigh as he attempted to keep up stride with the girl. “You know, for an artist you are rather up tight.” He began to tease once again.

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whtvrwren:

Given the amount of contracts I read with fine print, you’d think I’d notice that small detail.

I’m not entirely sure what you expect me to tell you. Maybe it’s time to invest in better spectacles, grandma.

[srslyeloise]

She rolled her eyes at him, the only sign of annoyance she’s really displayed since walking in. Eloise’s gaze is immediately drawn to the empty bottle discarded by his feet and the question of just exactly how much he’s been drinking crosses her mind, not for the first time. But of course she wasn’t going to ask, because like most questions she presented to the blonde, it was bound not to get a straight answer. “Right, because drinking by yourself was obviously such fun.” she scoffs, surprisingly offended at being called a buzzkill. Eloise resisted the urge to help him clean up his mess, instead adjusting herself more comfortably onto the couch. “Cute.” she replied to his familiar joke, followed by an eye roll, but this time she was grinning. The grin was gone almost as soon as it came though, and instead she gazed at him seriously for a moment while she pondered what to say. “Well, I was coming here to tell you to stop acting like a divorced, middle aged alcoholic, but I suppose it’s too late for that now.” She tapped her fingers against her thigh, her gaze scanning the room. “Got any alcohol left in this place? Or have you downed them all in an attempt to ease your sorrows?” El asked, not sure why she was feeling the need to be so sarcastic tonight. Perhaps he was rubbing off on her. It was a troubling thought. “I want something to drink. I’m tired of watching you play the role of sad drunk and me the role of sober onlooker.”         

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Dex smirked towards her bite of sarcasm. “I suppose I prefer adorable, but that’ll do.” He shrugged as his fingers clasped around the last of his trash with a sigh. “Aw, I thought you enjoyed the onlooker deal. If I’m to guess correctly, you seem to enjoy the roll of caretaker. Does it make you feel I need you?” He inquired with a ring a playful truth in his voice. It wasn’t completely wrong to say he did. Although, he was nowhere near being the one to admit that to girl adjacent to him. “Because now that would be cute.” The boy chuckled as he gethered the bottles together, clinking with every step he took towards the kitchen. “Unfortunately, I have consumed all the alcohol in this general area.” The boy faked a small pout towards the girl before leaning against one of the cabinents behind him. “Although, that’s not to say there isn’t a bar around that isn’t still functioning.” Dexter offered with another nonchalant roll of his shoulders. “It is only three and if we hurry we might make it before last call.” His usual smugly michevious grin curled at the corners of his mouth before he spoke once more. “First round on me?” 

[rllybristol]

Choking me out? Woah, listen, Dex. I’m here for a friendship type of thing only. As much as  I do love you and think you’re a pretty good looking dude, i’m not looking for anything sexual. 

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What a relief, considering I wouldn’t even touch you with a ten yard stick.

[sydneypng-blog]

Please explain to me how that is distorted. 

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the very fact that you need someone to break down the very reason why you’ve made yourself look like an imbocile in front of your teacher only really proves the point.