the heat is, quite honestly, killing her --- or what little remains of her, h a h.                  Summer was slowly coming to an end with the coming month,            but it could not come fast enough. And, despite the unbearable heat, the               small girl refuses to shed her long sleeve, pale skin needing protection                    from harsh rays, less she wanted alabaster skin to be lobster red.               With her head held down against the park bench, loud groaning comes                              from her, a protest against the current heatwave.

                                      kiss meme | accepting !

                                                                  4: Forehead Kiss

chryse saw the other first, white eyes widening. that was the pearl. rose’s right hand, closest friend ------ she had to know where rose was. where anyone was.

for the millionth time in her life, she wished she could speak up,  but  thoughts  would  have  to  do;  even  if  it was  a little unnerving at first to hear someone else’s voice in your head.

                             ❛ p-pearl? is that you? ❜

i hate this

whats wrong with being a hipster