#notsnrky

“i can’t believe i letyou talk me into dyingmy hair…”

            ‘   knock cheerleading all you want;  I can’t tell you how many times it’s saved my life.   ’   yes she can:  approximately sixty-seven times, to date.     /     @notsnrky

it was mesmerizing. kat not only playedbeautifully, but she was so beautiful. especially in this moment. “can i–can i kiss you?”

@notsnrky .

neither of them seemed to be very affectionate people . pda seemed unimportant in the grand scheme of things , and their kisses and touches were often given in private . but stood in the dim light of the club , in a corner with nothing but the two of them and strange literature written on the walls , an all female punk ensemble playing loudly on the stage , is where kat reached up to pull bender down by the neck . the shock does not outweigh the want –––– he quickly leans in to take advantage of the moment , hand sliding over her hip to bring her in closer . when she finally pulls away , their close enough to feel each other’s breath . ‘ didn’t realize chick bands got you so hot , ’ he exclaimed with a smirk .

“they can’t just not have a prom. the student body would riot in the  halls. it would be anarchy. even more of a shit show it is right now.” andie gave her head a shake, conscious of the sunglasses perched on top. “it’s lame, sure. i do not want to be around if it weren’t happening though. everyone would totally freak.” she might have been  missing the point -- maybe that was the  point. for everyone to throw a tantrum  like the spoiled brats they are. andie would simply rather they got the stupid party, and it was over with as soon as  possible. 

      “Well…” Daniel begins, placing both hands on his waist. “I think don’t look a gift horse in the mouth is a little too short to be considered a speech.” He chuckles.

               Lydia looked up from her notebook that she had been jotting down lines of poetry that had come to her mind. This class was supposed to be a place to express yourself through works of writing but half of the time the people who filed into this class just wanted to mock other people’s feelings through their work. While photography was her main passion, her camera protectively set on top of her desk, she loved the beauty of poetry.  ❝ Julia, ❞  she called to the girl about to take her seat in front of her.  ❝ That poem you read in front of the class yesterday — it was really good. I figured someone should be genuine and tell you that instead of everyone clapping out of some obligation. ❞