disconnect → gitalia
Gigi had had a day. She’d spent hours on set trying to concentrate on work while dealing with a personal life that only seemed to grow more complicated the more she tried to get it under control. Every time she thought she had it in a manageable place, some other new disaster would rear its head, until she felt suffocated by it all, wanting to throw her phone out a window just so she could get a few minutes of peace without some fresh new drama intruding. By the time she was done for the day and back at her apartment, ready to find Natalia and get their night going, she knew she probably looked ready to crack, the pressure of keeping herself calm and pleasant at work almost enough to unravel her. As she walked into her apartment, kicking off her sneakers and shedding her black leather jacket, the first thing she did was chuck her phone a the couch and let it disappear into some pillows, then turned to meet Natalia’s surprised expression. “Let’s go out. I need to dance and drink and not bring my phone and honestly I don’t even care if I have bags under my eyes at work tomorrow, I’ll pay to have them airbrushed out.” @sonataliadyer
