#dclusion

omfg i had the same exact thing altho i still dont have school so im probably tired from doing nothing

:( before you know it you’re back in that stupid ass routine and you will be alive again!!

I KNOW, I LOVE YOU TOO!! take your time, i basically let you wait a month for my reply so you got time

i cant guess . i have no idea . I AM LOST

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I JUST-  it was the best time

honest-meme you seen so cute ?? not only is your page super cute and wow, do you make red work or what ?? the few times i’ve tried to do red my pAGE just looks like a HTGAWM wannabe page but yours looks so ace and neat and perfect !! i applaud you ! your muses, don’t even get me goING ! sis, you have such cute fc’s and character’s for them ? i stalked them all, no lies. dawn and charlie are sO wow ?? i’m hearteyes over you. this may be creepy .. seeing that we have never talked … idc i’m just livin’ for you right now :~) 

         ''have you lost your goddamn mind?'' poppy spat, arms crossed over each other while she leaned against the wall, her light green eyes observing the crowd. she liked parties, of course did poppy like parties. but that parties included beautiful dresses, good food, champagne and gentleman's. but this was definitely not the place where she BELONGED. this party included whores who were wearing dresses till their asses and could barely walk straight, this party included weed and an amount of pure alcohol, this party included guys who only wanted girls for ONE night. poppy pressed her lips on a firm line, eyes locked with the girl who brought her here. see, poppy had a lot of girlfriends, girlfriends who wanted to impress her. ''this is awful.'' she scoffed, flashing the girl another dirty look. she couldn't just leave, walking was too far, and calling her parents wouldn't be very helpful either. if her parents only knew that she was here they'll probably kill her. with an annoying sigh that escaped from her plump lips, she turned around and headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. if she needed to survive tonight, it'll better be with a little bit help ;; a strong drink.

it’s the night after her first show-- and she’s about to do her first stagedoor. for those who haven’t done it before, the prospect could be intimidating. a section of sidewalk barred off with barricades, keeping the fans of the show from swarming them, but not completely separated. they get the chance to meet their audience, to interact with them-- it’s great. delilah’s been going to stagedoors after broadway shows since she was little, always one to ask questions about the production rather than the actors themselves. but now-- it’s different. this time there could be people out there that want her autograph, despite how foreign that seems. she’ll take a deep breath, taking only a moment of time to think about it before shoving the door in front of her open to the cheers of the crowd.