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missing a mutual and staring at their inactive blog like a little photograph in a heart-shaped locket.
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Marilyn Monroe photographed by George Barris, June 1962.
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Baby face girls I love you. Girls with chubby cheeks & soft chins & soft jawlines & soft eyes. Girls with faces that are round like the moon, faces that expand when you smile. You are perfect.
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i have the biggest blog crushes on people like i actually adore your work sm man and you’re so awesome and wow and wow and wow and wow
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Mitski performing during 'the land is inhospitable and so are we' tour.
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𖹭₊˚⊹ the weekend prt 2
you decide to get back at farleigh. it works. | warning: alcohol consumption, slut calling (he doesn't mean it he's just bitter), language.
tags: @ibimbogrl @izzyisstuff
Everything around you felt like a happy blur; the music was just loud enough to drown out any other thoughts, the bitter aftertaste of alcohol still sat heavy on your pallet, and the body currently behind you was just firm enough to keep you grounded on the busy dance floor.
After telling Anabel about your embarrassing encounter with Farleigh, her advice had been less than logical, but to your angry and hungover mind, it sounded perfect.
"Farleigh's a bit of a cunt. You have to show him that you don't care about him."
That's why you were now, about a week later, a little past tipsy and currently grinding against Tyler.
He was a sweet guy, but you'd admit he was rather boring. His grip on your waist was unsure and shy, and his strong cologne made your nose burn. It was nothing like the deep burgundy that seemed to ooze from Farleigh.
You frowned as your body still almost mindlessly swayed to the music. Why couldn't you stop thinking about that prick? You needed another drink, you thought, turning your body around to face Tyler and telling him you're heading to the bar.
You gave the bartender a smile, ordering another drink and waiting patiently as she went to work, tapping your acrylics against the bar counter.
"You having fun?" a voice asked from next to you, and you didn't even need to turn to know who that obnoxious American accent belonged to. You spared him a look and a false smile. "Loads," you answered curtly, turning your attention back to the bartender. "I'd say," he continued, not deterred by your uninterested demeanor, "with the way you're throwing yourself at anyone."
You scoffed loudly, turning your attention fully to Farleigh. "I'm just dancing," you said, "I wouldn't call that 'throwing myself at anyone'." You watched as he took a sip of his drink, his lips thinning as he sucked his teeth. "That wasn't dancing," he said with a small laugh, "you were practically dry humping each other."
The bartender placed your drink infront of you as she swiftly made her way to the next customer. You pulled it closer, taking a sip as you shrugged at Farleigh. "So what?" you said, watching Tyler eye the two of yours' conversation. You made your way over to him without another word to Farleigh and the tall boy only rolled his eyes in retaliation.
He didn't even know why it bothered him that much, anyway. You were just another girl, like every other girl he had taken back to his dorm room. That's what he tried to tell himself, but every other girl hadn't made him laugh like you did and every other girl didn't make his stomach clench when they licked the salt from his hand before taking a shot. He also didn't check other girls' Facebook accounts after a hookup.
He rolled his eyes again as he watched you find your place back in Tyler's arms, this time facing him as you swayed to the music once again. The iridescent lights bounced off of the material of your dress and casted your whole body in a purple-blue hue. Farleigh swallowed dryly, bringing his drink to his mouth for a big gulp before making his way back to wherever his friends were.
𖹭 ⊹ ˚.
You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, lazily scrubbing away your makeup as you did a mental recap of the night. Tyler had asked if you wanted to go back to his dorm, but you declined politely. He didn't pry at all, walking you to your dorm and greating you with a hug. He was a really nice guy, and a part of you felt bad for kinda leading him on, but those thoughts were quickly smothered when you remembered the way Farleigh's eyes were locked on the two of you with a scowl. A part of you almost wanted to say he was jealous. You laughed at the thought as you splashed your face with cold water before drying off.
You threw yourself on the bed, the alcohol still buzzing nicely in your body as your eyes slipped shut, but before sleep could overtake you, your phone buzzed. Anabel's contact name appeared, and you quickly opened her messages.
Ana: Are you at Tyler's? Are you safe?
Ana: Where r u??
You tapped away at a quick reply.
You: No, I'm home lol.
Ana: Alr, talk tomorrow ;)
Ana: Farleigh called you a slut btw
You rolled your eyes. He barely even knew you, but his reputation perceded him by a mile.
Ana: lol
You: Pot calling the kettle black :|
You placed your phone on your dresser before burying yourself beneath your blanket. Your phone buzzed again, but you were too tired, deciding to answer Anabel in the morning.
𖹭 ⊹ ˚.
a/n: my "soon" actually meant two months lmao I'm sorry gang 🤕
#farleigh start#farleigh start x reader#farleigh start x you#farleigh x reader#farleigh x you#saltburn#likedovesinthewindd
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oh Beyoncé I'm blushing...🤭
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just listened to cowboy carter
#felt lightheaded afterwards like wowww#kinda wanna write a fic based on “bodyguard” lol...#: dove's online ✉️ ⋆˚⊹#🎧⋆｡°✩♬ ♪
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seeing ppl on tiktok's reaction to avantika being fancasted as rapunzel is crazy and all of the hate just boils down to racism.
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melanie martinez at the LA premiere Of "K-12"
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