#luxeisms

“you packed your bags right?” he had told her he wanted to take her somewhere, but not exactly how it would all go down. she probably didn’t know exactly how deep his pockets were, but now his private jet were waiting for them to take off. “so i’ll let you guess where you think were going.” ace didn’t even say anything about the black jet in front of them, just making his way towards it. 

OWEN :   i’m messaging you solely because i have no one else OWEN :   i got halfway through this and i realised that without this beard, i am nothing OWEN :   so, i need your thirsty ass to remind me that i’m hot and still fuckable with or without the fuzz // @luxeisms

Thank you!!

she'd awoken long before the other, watching the sunrise slowly as she decided whether or not she'd get out of bed today. that was the best thing about being on vacation ... the lack of a schedule. or agenda. or managers and publicists yammering on about interviews and photo shoots and red carpets. no - all dylan had to do in hawaii was relax. and that had been her thought process when she’d run across the one now laying beside her. a nice relaxing night of fun. a roll in the hay. with someone that had no clue who she was or what she did fr a living. looking up, she heard the other begin to stir next to her and dylan pulled her knee’s up to her chest awkwardly. she hadn’t expected them to be there when she woke up. most guys she hooked up with in LA dashed the second they got off ... this was UNCHARTED territory for dylan. ‘ um ... mornin’. ’

CASSIE: please i'm so bored and overworked

tove: sos

ALESSIA: ik you probably wanna keep as a souvenir or somethin but like i need it back lmao

beck: these selfie stick things are cool beck: btw i miss you tons beck: and stuff :)