#humblekiind

❝ HEY! my jokes are funny... you just don’t appreciate them. ❞     blame it on his crude sense of humor.

SARAH: me

Eating an entire half a lemon on a dare wasn’t Julian’s brightest idea. But if it got him to fit in a little more, than maybe suffering through the acidity wasn’t so bad. “Oh, god. That was a bad idea.” He coughed, his features screwed up into a sour expression. “Does this mean I get to go next?”

TRISTAN: oh hyeah happy thanksgiving by the way

it’s truly hard for zara not to laugh as she reads some of the things perez hilton and the likes post about her -- especially on her relationship with douglas. it’s amazing people care so much about two other people they don’t even know. the familiar sound of a text notification from one of her bandmates pulls her from her reverie, and she grins, jumping up from her spot on the couch, leaning towards the dark haired male. “marla just texted me about some vodka launch -- we should go, even if it’s for a little bit!” she speaks, mouth already turned into a slight pout. she’s itching to go have fun, but it’s always ten time better when he’s there with her. 

ryan had been coloring with addy––or more like she was coloring and addy was on her lap because ryan was totally hogging the coloring page. she was really getting into it, holding addy carefully against her when she heard a knock at the door. she furrowed her brows and looked over at braxton. “are you expecting someone?” she asked with a giggle, setting down the crayon. { @humblekiind }