Jun 27, 2017
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finn: have you ever sat down on a pair of tweezers? asking for a friend.
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finn: have you ever sat down on a pair of tweezers? asking for a friend.
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bradley: i feel like john travolta's hairline
bradley: receded. withered. g o n e like amy dunne
bradley: billy's a fuckgin anus can you give me a ride?
Tawny peach sleeve of her fur jacket slipping down to hang as limp as a string of Christmas tinsel around her elbow, Lana pushed through the side door of the bar she’d been talking a mile a minute in and inadvertently stomped on top of an unidentified person’s foot with a glittering platform boot as she was bounding towards a nearby wall to perch on. “Oh, fuck,” came with an apologetic grimace, fingers unabashedly clasping just above the crook of their arms as she carefully studied for potential injuries. “Man, I totally just crunched your foot into dust like an evil mammoth. R.I.P. Sorry. Accident.” Wine red lips twitching into a sheepish smile, her eyes flit up to find theirs after another beat, delicate mould of her features entirely drenched in the glow of an amber streetlamp hanging a few feet off. “You’re cool, though, right? Want me to perform CPR?”
she was just t r y i n g to blow off steam after work, trying being the key word. it really was all fun and games in the quaint little bar until some asshole decided the perfect place to perch his hand would be on the brunette’s ass. with a tight-lipped smile, laney had momentarily played along; just so she could lean into the male to murmur in his ear. “honey, if you wanna take that hand home with you, i suggest you get it off of there.” though, seemingly her threat didn’t have the effect she would have liked it to, the burly man not taking her seriously. which is precisely how she wound up squaring him one in the face— something she would have proceeded to repetitively do had a hand not wrapped around her wrist to stop her. “HEY!” the female protests against the action with.Â
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Harper: I'm stuck at work today.
Harper: some old man keeps catcalling.
Harper: do you think I would get socked if I socked him?
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Lingering at the edge of a crowd scattered around a bonfire -- a hastily thrown together shindig by a fistful of popular college students -- Lennox drummed her bare nails against the tin exterior of her flask as she stared at the flames. A waifish ghost on the periphery, as always. “Ever feel like you’ve been yanked out of your actual life with a pair of tweezers?” Not bothering to glance sideways to acknowledge the person besides her, a vacant expression flit between strangers faces like a moth seeking moonlight. “Like you’ve been stitched inside someone else’s and now you’re just meant to play the part.”
— DID CHA’ MISS ME? Don’t fret, pumpkin spices: Luna’s back like Dr. Green’s heart attack. I’m here resenting Jamie Lynn Spears (thanks for getting Zoey 101 cancelled, ingrate). Send me some gossip bombs I can detonate whilst painting my nails blacker than my achy breaky heart. Bonus points for nasty rumours or judgements you’ve kept bottled up for a decade.  Â
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Finn: so...
Finn: I broke my glasses.
Finn: then we ran out out French vanilla creamer at work and ppl r bitching like crazy
Finn: and it's only 9 am.