posts tagged #vievknightley
meme ;; Send ☎ for an emotional voice mail
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“Everything I touch, I destroy. Everything I love, I ruin. Please don’t let that happen to anyone else. I don’t want to you got get hurt… I don’t want him to get hurt… I can’t– I hurt. My head, my heart… Everything… I love y—”
Balancing her phone precariously on the side of the fabric-covered table, Zoey flicked through the pile of paper that was sitting in front of her. No one had quite trusted her enough to have to actually talk to people on the stall itself, so she had been left behind to sort through the never-ending brochures and unbelievable amount of unwanted ex-trees that the printing department had wasted.
“Yeah, I know,” she looked up again, following Gen’s eyes to the head bitches of the university that were tottering around in their heels and their pristine skirt-suits around the other end of the hall. Their heads were held high, to no one’s surprise, and ponytails waved as they walked. They were probably on the cheerleading teams too. “I’d really like to trip one up just to see what would happen. Do you think they’d–”
Zoey’s phone buzzed between them and the screen lit up to show a name. Gen’s name.
“Dude, if I’m sitting right here, then you can talk to my face,” Zoey started, reaching forwards to unlock her phone and check through her messages. Dropping the phone almost immediately, the wolf cringed away, kicking her friend in the shin in the process. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
meme ;; ♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
Her spacious apartment had never seemed so cluttered, and that was saying something since its usual state was typically unkempt. Shirts and torn black skinny jeans were flung haphazardly over furniture. Guitar picks, empty bottles of vodka and take out cartons were left untouched on the rosewood floorboards and were labeled a health hazard by anyone with a sane mind. Someone had left the radio on in the living room, but neither girl wanted to turn it down, and the heavy, thumping bass could be felt through the carpet of Zoey’s bedroom.
Her neighbours were going to kill her later.
“Motherfucker…” The girl couldn’t help herself from slurring the word as it dripped off her tongue. She tilted her head towards Genevieve, hair flopped into her eyes, and a giddy smile painted itself across her face. It was probably safe to say that she was drunk out of her head, but where was the surprise there? “You should always bring the booze when we party.” She was too out of it to register her arm draping over the brunette’s shoulders. The smell of fragrant perfume wafted up her nostrils, the scene being far too strong for the nostrils of a werewolf, but in her current mindset, she felt like she surrounded by a flowers. Hundreds of dozens of flowers.
It was nice.
“We should definitely do this again.”
