sunshine riptide

Just some stupid freshman trying to hit on me in the most sexist way possible. 

Ew, why guys can’t get it that we hate that stuff?

Attention all athletes, being a football player doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick.

What happened? 

“i’m so confused on so many things. like if we’re all looking at the same sun in different parts in the country then why are there so many timezones? why do we drive on the parkway and park in the driveway? questions that need answers”

“um... i mean. i guess i understand where you’re coming from? now i’m just confused.” 

naveen: is it okay if i get her some stuff?

naveen: i don't have to meet her, i can just drop it off.

sierra: it's up to you, really.

  there’s  a  guilty  look  plastered  on  his  face,  one  that  can’t  be  hidden,  not  quite  an  ‘  i  stole  the  cookie  out  of  the  cookie  jar  ’  kind  of  guilty,  there’s  something  DEEPER  there.  something  he  doesn’t  speak  on,  but  still  struggles  with.    ❛  maybe  not.  ❜    almost  wants  to  reach  out,  wants  her  to  understand  how  he  feels,  but  it’s  not  who  he  is  anymore.  the  old  him  is  BURIED.  ❛  but  maybe  he’s  just  conflicted,  maybe  he’s  not  ready  for  that  kind  of  responsibility,  doesn’t  even  know  where  to  start.  ❜

“and you think that i was?” she didn’t understand why it had to be that they. he used to be so different with her, but everything just seemed to have changed out of nowhere. “well maybe he should ask. i’d love to let him know.”

naveen: wouldn't call it my finest hour. but i had too. you wouldn't understand.

naveen: ..is she okay? y'know healthy?

sierra: whatever floats your boat.

naveen: fuck, i didn't know you'd be here okay.

naveen: had no clue. but you can't tell anybody about...well you know.

sierra: there's this wonderful thing called social media. or did you delete me off of all of that too? wouldn't know.

  ❛  doesn’t  sound  like  anything  i’d  be  interested  in,  but  if  that’s  something  you’re  CONTENT  with,  more  importantly  handle,  all  the  more  power  to  you.  ❜

“kind of figured that since i’m raising her on my own. sucks when the dad won’t take responsibility. but whatever. if he’s going to be that way, she doesn’t need to know him anyway.”

    ❛  so  what  the  hell  do  you  guys  do  for  fun  around  here?  you  know,  besides  the  drama  filled  group  chat  and  SULKING  over  past  relationships.  ❜

“oh you know, the usual. go to school, do some extracurriculars, take care of a baby. but that’s just me. i don’t know about everyone else.”

“Hey, do ya think you could do me a solid and grab that off the shelf for me?” Arinta asked the nearest person in the store, baby sister in one hand and the other one trying to make sure her other siblings were in line while being in public. Going grocery shopping with the Gillenkerk clan was never a fun nor easy task, but she needed to get a few things for the house, formula for the youngest Gillenkerk, being one of those things. 

Sierra had been out getting a few things she needed with her daughter, shifting the baby in her arms to be able to grab what the other girl had asked for. “Here you go.” She smiled, handing it to her. “Must be a handful. But I always wanted to grow up with a big family.”

The cons of being a short girl is I’ll never get to walk the runway…And having to ask for help to get things off high shelves in the kitchen. And right now I’m more disappointed by the first one.

I mean, I understand the second one definitely. My body type isn’t built right for me to be a model though. I’ve always wanted to sing.