#ostcntatious

@bayleymaybey: why does anyone bother with anything OTHER than peach soju @bayleymaybey: it should be the only alcohol ever

arden  :   check ur snap. i can’t tell if i look like a hooker or an idiot.

lucia cares A LOT about winning. she wants to be the best. she wants to be at that top spot and have others feel inferior to her for being so incredible. truthfully, if her father didn’t make her feel like such a failure, so worthless, and didn’t push lucia constantly to be the best version of herself he wants her to be, she wouldn’t care so much about winning. it’s that constant pressure and anxiety that she won’t amount to anything worth unless she wins and comes out as number one. she’s an incredibly sore loser though. lucia hates to lose, whether it’s in things that matter or something as simple as a video game. she does not like being inaquedate and she does not like others being above her.

            in   church   ,   pip   remembers   sitting   in   the   pews   with   her   head   down   ,   thinking   about   how   the   devil   used   to   be   an   angel   –   casted   out   from   the   heavens   ,   wings   stripped   from   his   back   because   he   dared   to   defy   god   .   she   looks   at   ophelia   ,   pip   doesn’t   see   the   devil   .   she   doesn’t   see   a   fallen   angel   ,   there’s   no   blood   ,   no   sacrifice   –   pip   doesn’t   even   see   defiance   .   dressed   in   rags   ,   she   looks   at   brand   names   &   designer   bags   &   all   she   sees   is   pure   evil   –   not   even   lucifer   can   dream   of   stooping   as   low   as   a   beast   like   her   .   so   at   the   words   ,   the   dramatics   that   fall   from   lips   painted   red   (   to   ?   prove   a   point   ?   )   ,   pip   laughs   .   halfway   down   a   tunnel   ophelia   wouldn’t   ever   know   how   to   navigate   is   when   she’s   at   her   most   dangerous   ,   her   most   reckless   ,   her   most   dire   .   danger   tastes   sweet   when   she’s   driving   a   hundred   miles   an   hour   into   the   dark   ,   craving   the   speed   &   soaking   in   the   wind   .   ❛   aw   ,   what’s   hell   for   you   siren   ?❜   a   pout   before   she   laughs   again   ;   she   can’t   take   ophelia   seriously   .   pip’s   gone   days   without   food   ,   winters   without   heat   ,   to   court   for   an   innocent   brother   –   ophelia   doesn’t   know   a   thing   about   hell   .   ❛   a   mansion   overlooking   the   sea   ,   you   didn’t   get   the   right   color  tesla   ,   daddy   not   giving   you   attention   ?❜   pip   laughs   harder   ,   so   hard   she   wheezes   .   ❛   ooh   ,   you’re   so   tough   ,   ophelia   .   keep   singing   ,    nobody’s   listening   .   ❜   a   final   hoot   of   laughter   ,   she   leaves   with   a   breathy   wheeze   .

            because   family   dinners   always   ended   pleasantly   .   if   it   weren’t   him   storming   away   ,   it   was   her   &   if   it   wasn’t   her   ,   it   was   him   –   &   then   rarely   ,   if   it   wasn’t   either   of   them   ,   it   was   their   father   .   drink   in   hand   ,   he   swirls   the   brown   liquid   around   the   cup   with   his   elbows   on   the   wrought   iron   railing   .   now   ,   tybalt   doesn’t   know   if   she   heard   the   yelling   from   the   office   or   if   she   peered   in   to   see   him   forced   to   his   knees   at   the   foot   of   a   merciless   titan   (   he’s   much   too   tall   to   get   pushed   around   anymore   )   .   either   way   ,   she’s   the   last   person   he   wants   to   see   because   if   she’s   come   to   gloat ,   or   push   his   buttons   ,   or   test   the   limits   of   his   wrath   –   tybalt   might   just   end   up   back   in   his   father’s   office   for   causing   a   scene   at   their   holistic   place   of   rest   .   he   downs   the   rest   of   his   drink   ,   skipping   over   the   hundreds   of   sips   he’d   need   to   take   to   finish   off   the   glass    &   throws   it   over   the   railing   .   it   launches   into   the   air   like   a   dove   taking   flight   ,   but   he   watches   it   fall   like   lucifer   ,   hears   the   shatter   as   it   hits   the   extensive   patio   beneath   them   .   ❛   name   one   time   i’ve   had   a   pleasant   evening   here   .   ❜   he   mumbles   ,   half   drunk   as   he   wipes   his   mouth   with   the   back   of   his   hand   .   he   doesn’t   give   her   a   look   as   he   passes   her   to   go   back   inside   .   ❛   father   wants   you   in   his   office   .   ❜   he   tells   her   ,   words   slurred   as   he   disappears   back   into   the   lion’s   den   .

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).