⋄    ♥    ft .    jen    humphrey    ▸   〕    ❛    alright    jen    ,    ❜    a    new    york    afternoon  :    evening    sunlight    filters    through   the    windows    into    the    whitewashed    apartment  .   light    hitting    the    set  -  up    in    just    the    right   way  .    an   assignment    due    tomorrow  :    she    puts    graphite    to    paper  :    starting    on    the    outline    of    the    scene    before    her  :       ❛    please    don  ‘  t    move  .    ❜    +    (    @humphri​    )

      a  smile  blooms  in  ruby  lips,  head  tilting  to  the  side.  ❝  you  know  i  love  you  to  bits  and  pieces  but...  what  the  hell  are  you  wearing?  ❞

❛❛     along with the rest of manhattan,   it seems.     ❜❜     cold exterior leads to a cold response,   mind scattered with various post-it notes attached to each and every situation she’s found herself in.     since when was blair waldorf the new jesus?     that title was more suited for her best friend,   the way she shines in the darkest of places allows her to be the saviour,   whereas blair is more.  .  .     ‘does it affect me directly or can i turn the other way?’      she takes a deep breath,   an over dramatic sigh that is pushed past peachy velvets,   brows furrowing and a slight realisation dawning over porcelain features once those chocolates of hers lock with jenny’s cyans,   ebonies fluttering.     that helpless look,   the cry for help,   she knows the feeling all too well.     with a swift movement,   blackberry is placed upon countertop,   along with her lady dior handbag.