bittersweet distractors

name: sydney age: 2 young sexuality: i dnt know  relationship status: engaged to celery and my past life decisions  eye color: green height: 5’6” i think

WHAT IS YOUR favorite season?: spring favorite movie/s?: public enemies, kill your darlings favorite album?: man on the moon: the end of day bc i heart kid cudi favorite band?: aRCTIC MONKEYS, THE 1975, IRON MAIDEN favorite quote?: take it sleazy favorite shirt?: i love many shirts

DO YOU smoke?: no ty drink?: nah write?: indeed play an instrument?: yheas

DESCRIBE 

   ❛ so, what do you guys think?    do you think spiderman gives hope,    or takes it away? ❜

    █ ▐  *  ❧ — "i think he has a very nice bottom." 

      Oh, man—people sure do seem to be keen on talking to him the day after the full moon. And the wolf is slower to heal than usual, probably from the drugs and the little amount he’s eaten, so he looks like he just got into a fight—not that it makes him look any more rugged than usual.

      Luckily, Heath’s not a mean person.

     █ ▐  *  ❧ — she's not really good at pinpointing feelings (sorry!!) and flo is almost positive she's never seen such a dark mane---- perhaps she focused on the raven's hairdo for a bit too long, and it takes her a minute to remember what she was gonna say. florence's lips purse, and she looks at the floor-- she'll lose focus if she looks at something else.

    █ ▐  *  ❧ — the blonde can only puff her lips out, head jutting to the side in annoyance (only at herself, of course) as her nimble digits reach to gnaw at the skin of her knee (it's a nervous habit she can't quite knock), eyes falling to the floor as a gentle grunt knocks over her mouth.

      —- elizabeth seemed to catch onto the other woman not noticing what she was doing, a light shrug following shortly when she was released. an obvious assumption would be that she wasn’t in the mood to converse, which was true since the brunette had a long night and only gained a few hours of rest before interacting with someone she hasn’t met yet, the movement and chaos of gyrating on a pole taking a toll on her back, arms, and legs, but she’ll lend a generous smile in hopes of the annoyance not overcoming her body.

   █ ▐  *  ❧ — and her nimble digits hadn't a callous upon them, leaking of only the most brash of purity-- 'cause, doodling with a pencil wasn't really worth gnawing at her flesh and making it's surface rough, y'know?-- so, she couldn't really relate with you on the basis of that, but, she thinks you're real pretty and nice to look at, and ending the conversation would just make her sad, because, she wants to know why you look so tired!! the ginge can only return a grin-- a bright (and lazy) one, at that-- teeny tiny shoulders lifting to an mere shrug---- and maybe she should've thought her embrace through.