#frcgilefigures

“How did it even get this way? I mean...it’s not like we were irresponsible spenders. We don’t deserve any of this.” she continued, her voice rising as she stood up and began pacing the floor. “I’m scared of these bills. They don’t stop.”

❝ please don't tell me you came over here empty handed.. ❞

❝ so what i'm home late? at least i came home. i could've stayed out if i wanted to. ❞

   ‘ – you’ve got these freckles on your stomach that’re like .. i dunno. like constellations or something. i just wanna trace ‘em, y’know ? .. is that cool ? ’

   she’s dressed to the nines in her favorite gown, soft silk falling from her lithe frame in all of the right places. she’d be well aware of that fact even if it weren’t for the wandering eyes of the men surrounding her, undoubtedly too old for her liking & with barely enough money to earn themselves an invitation to one her parents’ fancy welcoming parties. she feels like she’s drowning in the weight of their stares, fresh glass of champagne sitting prettily between slender fingers as she makes her way out to the balcony for a taste of fresh air. it’s then that she sees him, eyes blue as the grecian waters beneath them even in the early nighttime sky. ‘ – when did you get in ? ’ she prompts, because she hadn’t even known for sure whether or not his family would grace her with their presence that particular year.

“How can you not love him??“

huxley: come over :(

[ he's just sitting on a bench, camera settled on his lap, while he shuffles a deck of cards back and forth, occasionally making a card jump magically from one half of the deck to the other without touching it. ]