#blaisein

the waves l a p against the shore, a gentle motion that provides a soundtrack usually capable of relaxing saskia better than anything else - not this night. not now. there’s too much running through her thoughts & scrambling all else, but she’s currently focused on blaise. trusting NOBODY more than blaise, the blonde will forever be grateful for her best friend & is immediately c o n c e r n e d after she’s informed about her recent issue. ‘ babe, i don’t understand. why would you say that to her ? obviously it’s not true, i know you wouldn’t do that - especially with things on the up for you & minah. i just... i don’t understand. are you alright ? ’ @blaisein

“YOU LOOK ADORABLE.” hands clasp together at the sight of bright pink sunglasses to contrast the dark features of the six-year-old. “do you want to get them, or shall we try more?” somehow it is with younger creatures that she becomes more sociable. removes herself from the snail shell she has spent the past twenty-odd years inside of and exchanges it for easy conversation and less-than-hilarious knock-knock jokes. it’s from across the store that a familiar blonde is spotted ( though who isn’t familiar in this place by now? ) and at such a sight, rowan is coming down to the level of her companion. “do you want to go show blaise? see what she thinks? sunglasses are her specialty.” a day spent meandering around the mall had lead them here, and it’s a nod of agreement that pushes them further into the store and right up to the assistant manager. “blaise, my friend madison here was wondering what you thought of her glasses. should she get them, or do you have any other recommendations?” there’s no hiding the smile on her face as rowan talks; children were the future, that was one of her values for certain. // @blaisein

Fur Eyes - Violent Soho “Fur eyes can’t feel the earth move.”

i. toothbrush // dnce. ii. wicked games // the weeknd. iii. dirty little secret // all american rejects. iv. the hills // the weeknd. v. lover i don’t have to love // bright eyes. listen here

ishaan: and if u don't tell me i can release it to the dark web

"blaiiiiise. i heard that song.. blazé blazé blazé... whatever... i heard it,” jameson fumbled over his words, tongue dry from the large unknown amount of alcohol he had consumed over the last few hours. he was hopping on a plane to mexico in the morning and chances are, he’d see her face then.. but he wanted to see it now, too. “and i guess, i’m.. trying to say i miss you and i hope you’re doing okay.. and .. i’m maybe a little hammered right now, so i probably won’t remember this in the morning, but..” he stammered on, breaths heavy in the receiver of his phone. “i.. ugh, just delete this when you get to this part, to save yourself.” the words that were about to pour from his mouth were unstoppable at this point. “i really want to see you.. i.. yeah. okay. that’s it.” jameson abruptly ended the call, shoved his phone in the depths of his pocket and hobbled in the direction toward his apartment.

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