#trashstart

“Listen, if someone’s going to play music for everyone to hear, the least they could do is play something good. Like Beyonce.” Greyson let out a laugh, nodding his head along to the music being played anyways. “Everyone loves Beyonce.”

“I thought,” Blake paused, fingers fiddling with buttons on his new camera, “that the sales description for this camera said ‘easy to use’. Easy to use my ass.” He held the camera up, trying to focus it for a decent picture. “This shit is impossible.”

"I wish everyone would stop looking at me like i’m about to fall apart ... I just got out of the hospital, I’m not coming back from the grave or something,” Grace huffed as she fiddled with the ends of her still-pink hair. The color was fading and pretty soon she’d be faced with a decision -- re-dye it or go back to being blonde. It was something silly to be focusing on, but she’d rather focus on that than all the hovering her mother and others had been doing since her minor heart attack and stay at the hospital. Secret was out: Grace Hudson has a heart defect. 

“so my tattoo shop is finally opening up this weekend -- am i gonna be seeing you there or what?”