ABRA   :   i  said  your  girlfriend  could  stay  the  night,  not  the  fucking  week  . ABRA   :   came  home  to  her  going  through  my  purse   &   i  swear  to  god  if  my  coke’s  gone  AGAIN,   i’m  throwing  her  dirty  ass  into  the  streets  . ABRA   :   so  you  can  either  come  get  her  or  let  the  bitch  struggle,  your  choice   ! ABRA   :   but  i  don’t  want  her  here  any  longer,  i’m  done  cleaning  up  your   mess  .

ARLIN: but how douchey would it be if i did it in my football jersey

PHOEBE: i miss my septum piercing  PHOEBE: should i get it done again or will u start calling me a bull ?? PHOEBE: i don’t mind being called a bull tbh PHOEBE: they’re strong and fierce and deadly PHOEBE: and i kinda like the idea of being all 3 of those // @tireouts

COLBY: just peeped ur relationship status on fb COLBY: funny how much shit u talked about them beforehand COLBY: how’d u manage to turn that around so quickly ? COLBY: they got a magic touch or something ?? COLBY: probably not as good as me tho huh // @tireouts

where... do i... even start with you, oh my god. you’re one of the best people i’ve met on here and i’m honestly so happy to call you a bitch without actually calling you a bitch ok. i’m also glad that i have receipts of you and screenshots of your beautiful meme face to fill up an entire museum. yes, i still do have that folder of you. i’m not going to lie, i don’t remember who followed who first or when i followed you but i do remember clicking with you right away and immediately falling in love with you, your writing, your muses and your blog. pretty much every bit of you okay. i enjoy talking to you so much and i just enjoy plotting with you overall? you make my whole indie experience such a blessing and i know i’m supposed to list down the reasons why i followed you but what can i say?? i literally follow an angel who i’m glad to call my friend. never leave me okay. we have a bunch of children to look after. you’re stuck with me now.

the theme of the night was fucked up and festive. alexia had a reason to celebrate for the first time in a long time. all of the cruel words and the physical and psychological abuse she’d faced under her ex boyfriend’s thumb had come to an end, and revenge was a dish best served with frosting on top. technicolor streamers decorated the ceiling, haphazardly attached with scotch tape, and sat between her, her abuser, and her no-longer-secret boyfriend were an unlit birthday cake and a loaded gun. her ex was... incapacitated to put it simply. his little accident had immobilized him and sentenced the poor, poor boy to a wheelchair until further notice. the sight of him was pathetic, prompting alexia to fix a paper cone hat to the top of his head in an effort to make him look more celebratory. she wished she could feel sorry for him, but he’d had it coming for a long time. his monthly insurance money had funded their little party and then some more. amber eyes fall upon the face of her lover, her arms draped around him as she placed a l a z y, buzzed kiss upon his lips. “thank you for all of this.” raspberry colored petals bloomed into a soft smile as her gaze remained fixated on the boy of her dreams -- her hero !! their celebration was twisted and sentimental all at once, maybe it was a perfect reflection of the pair. behind them, there was a thud and then a s q u i s h. turning around would reveal the sight of her nasty ex face down in their cake. he looked so pitiful it brought a joy previously unknown to alexia’s heart. “imagine if we had lit the candles.” @tireouts

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