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If a guy that I was dating was to wear that… My panties would be halfway to China.
This outfit is classy as fuck
i need that.
dapper as fuck
*Adds to list of things to draw character wearing*
I need this outfit in my closet
Now
I would wear this every day.
mmmmmm… i need to get matt into that.
(via sly-like-a-fox)
Snippet
She woke up in a daze forgetting for a moment where she was as she looked at the familiar yet foreign room. There was a bubbling burst of laughter somewhere in the room and she tried to locate the speaker. The drowsy girl pulled her self to her feet with a lack of grace and stumbled across the room in search of the speaker. “Hey dude we are in here, ” said her friend in a haze of smoke and lazy smiles. The girl contemplated is she looked like those girls, young and immature yet already immensed in a world of sex, violence, and drugs. “So what was your funny breakup story,” the smoking queen questioned with an innocent smile but the girl felt a pang of hurt as though her friend were trying to hurt her. She located an almsot empty glass bottle on the counter, and could have sworn that is had been nearly unopened when the night was young. She placed it to her lips smiling at the look of approval on those young faces; they couldn’t judge her here, no one can. She woke up on the bathroom floor with a horrible taste in her mouth and upon checking her phone it read two AM. She groaned guessing what has happened as she pulled herself to her feet and regarded the pallid reflection that showed her own face. She saw her shirt it was soiled, stained and she almost laughed out loud at the irony of the situation. It was her college shirt, stained and destroyed as though it were a naive dream for the future so unobtainable now. He face was pale and her eyes looked back judgementally, as if to say I wonder what HE would say about this. She had but to remind herself that HE didn’t exist in her world anymore. It was painful but a necessary thing for HE was a weakness, a guilty pleasure, someone she could count on when there was no one else. She pushed him away. He wanted to be her friend, to support and love her, but it wasn’t enough. The comfort of a lover became an addiction that she was forced to wean off of cold turkey, the infatuation died and now it faded into oblivion. The only person who would always be there for her now was the sickly person she saw in the mirror. This thought alone was enough to caue her to walk back to the kitchen and finish off the contents in the glass bottle.
If you can throw away feelings
As if they all meant nothing then throwing away material goods should be easy.
