☪ they call me princess high though i feel like princess die ☪

- californication by red hot chili peppers
 
I finally got around to making a personal blog, which I've been saying I was gonna do for a while now, and I'm really happy with it. I've been running a pale blog for over a year now, and while I love color blogging, I've always wanted to do something a little more... personal. And I guess that's why they call it a personal blog anywho!
 
Besides the point, I only have six followers so I've been wanting to do some major advertising. SO PLEASE. FOLLOW MY PERSONAL BLOG. http://b-raithwaite.tumblr.com. I promise you won't be let down!
 
And if you'd still like to follow my pale, http://creepyhale.tumblr.com.
 
THANKS!
 
xx, S.

- the wave by miike snow
 
thursday, may 16th; today’s the day we’ve been waiting our entire lives for -- graduation day! show up at coldgrove high one last time around ten to get ready to march into the auditorium. make sure you smile to your mother’s camera as you get your diploma. later on, ditch your cap and gown for something that’ll hug your body before you head on down to con’s house. i mean, where else would we close one chapter of our lives?
 
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It didn’t feel… right. Authentic. To be back in Coldgrove, in front of the eyes of my peers, of everyone. I should be in Paris right now, I thought, with Matt and Coco, in our little apartment on Rue Noir. Not here. Everyone stared at me, hard and cold, with a gaze not unlike that of ice. They weren’t sure what I was doing back in Coldgrove High’s halls. Hell, neither was I.
 
I was Chantal Lisbon, the girl whose best friend died, the girl who f*cked her teacher, the girl who went missing last October. I wasn’t wanted here and I sure as hell knew it.
 
It surely was a surprise that I managed to catch up in school upon my return from Paris, much less be able to walk at graduation with my graduating class. I had been called into a meeting in the principal when I came back though, who asked if everything between Ezra and I had been true. Of course, I lied profusely. What did it matter anyway? It’s not like we were still together.
 
I hadn’t seen Ezra Fitz since August of 2012.
 
My brother had been extremely happy I was back. I wasn’t sure if that was because he genuinely missed me or because he wanted to rub it in my face the fact that our parents liked him more now. I guess a little bit of both.
 
At least my father was civil to me. If he held any sort of resentment for me exposing his affair to my mother, he didn’t let it show. It was obvious things weren’t the same, but it wasn’t as bad as things with my mother. It took almost everything in her to look at me, and it was obvious every time she did, there was a sense of animosity within her. She couldn’t stand me, it was clear. My father and brother both proved happy I wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere as everyone had presumed, but my mother thought otherwise.
 
It was like she blamed my father’s infidelities on me simply because I kept the secret for as long as I did. But wasn’t I also the one who ended up telling her the truth about all of it?
 
I guess sometimes people seemingly forget the other part of the story that they don’t want to hear.
 
I should be thankful, really, that they at least offered to come to my graduation. Well, my father had offered. My mother just trudged angrily along.
 
At least I had Matt.
 
He had been with me through everything and he was still there at my side… well, I guess he wasn’t there during Ivy’s disappearance, but whatever. Unlike Ezra, it had actually directly affected Matt too. I guess we could bond over that shared situation too.
 
It was weird seeing all the familiar faces of my classmates again as I headed towards the auditorium, but it seemed we were on different planets, axises, galaxies, universes. They hadn’t been through all the things I had, though they experienced their own tragedies. It seemed they were all still teenagers, high schoolers, getting ready to graduate and start the next chapter in their lives when I had killed and buried that juvenile side of me so long ago. I felt so much older than them when I wasn’t even legally an adult.
 
Despite the familiarity I had for everyone I passed, they all appeared less than friendly. No one wanted anything to do with me anymore, really, and I didn’t blame them.
 
I sort of didn’t want anything to do with me either and my only feasible explanation for this was Coldgrove. Coldgrove made me remember all the things I hated about myself and all the memories I wanted to forget. At least I wouldn’t be here for long. At least. The only pair of words that seemed to make any of this all brighter and better.
 
And while I was happy to be starting over and getting out of Coldgrove, I couldn’t help but to feel worry and sadness still. I messed up so much of my adolescence, so much of which I could never get back. I still had a lot of high school experiences to experience that I missed out on.
 
Why did I have to grow up so undeniably and incredibly fast?
 
Why did my life have to get so f*cking complicated?
 
I gently rubbed my eyes and glanced around, unsure of where to go. Everyone swarmed in a sea of caps and gowns and I had even yet to put mine on, making me stand out even more. As if I needed to. I finally managed to spot my family in the bleachers, my mother and father, my brother wedged in between. They all looked at me, meeting my green irises. None of them smiled.
 
I cleared my throat and turned, heading towards the crowd of my peers all lined up out the backdoor. We would all march in like we were actually accomplishing something by graduating high school and then we’d take our seats and be called up for our diplomas one by one. I wasn’t sure if I really deserved mine but whatever. It was too late for second thoughts now.
 
I managed to find my place in line amongst all the other students with an ‘L’ last name and finally put on both my cap and gown, per our principal’s request. It was then the ceremony started and all the students began to march rhythmically into the auditorium, in a timed dance of applause. It felt so unnatural and forced that I couldn’t even bring myself to smile.
 
Most parents cheered and took pictures of their children, their bouncing bundles of joy, all grown up and ready to be sent out into the world once and for all. Most parents except for my own. They sat and stared impassively. They didn’t care anymore. As far as they were concerned, I was already an adult. I had gone off to a foreign country and lived on my own for months. I had basically done the rest of my raising, from 15 and on. Their position wasn’t needed anymore.
 
Their daughter had died long ago.
 
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(type 'we'll all be staring at the wave' if you read it all. let me know if you want to be tagged whenever i add a chantal story!)

- that green gentleman by panic! at the disco
 
JOIN http://www.polyvore.com/california_art_tattoo_cat/group.show?id=162070
 
Tatum Stark ☪ CO-OWNER ☪ (23)
June 7 - Gemini
Hometown; Buenos Aires, Argentina / Los Angeles, California
Tatum Stark isn't exactly the ideal picture of a tattoo artist... or a roller derby girl. But then again, she likes to keep that part of her life under wraps. Little sister of Kat Stark, owner of California Art & Tattoo, Tatum was never expected to follow in big sister's footsteps. Upon moving to California from Argentina at the age of 4, Tatum took up art and spent the majority of her time either writing poetry or drawing. She never quite felt like she belonged at her private school and used art as an escape to properly display her emotions. After high school, Tatum was all packed up to leave Los Angeles and move to New York City in order to attend NYU's Tisch School of the Arts. But last minute, Tatum backed out of the move and decided to stay in LA with her sister and it was here she learned the sport of roller derby and became a fast learner. Unsure of what to do after a while, Tatum solely began focusing on her art, except, well, she became a bit bored. Through Kat, she decided to become a tattoo artist. After obtaining her license, Tatum shadowed her older sister and soon became a lead artist at California Art & Tattoo. After working as an artist for four years, Kat finally promoted her sister to co-owner as of last year. Despite her good girl demeanor, Tatum really fits in with her profession (both tattooing and derby) and it's obvious she really loves what she does. But now that she's finally settled with work, maybe her personal life with finally... take off.
(Lucy Hale)
TAKEN BY; @sophiaspastic
 
IN CHARACTER
 
▪ How long have you been tattooing (or piercing)? What's your experience?
I have been tattooing since I was about 18 and my older sister, Kat, asked me to tattoo her. Ever since, I've been inking nonstop. I'm co-owner of a shop, California Art & Tattoo, in LA and am very passionate about my work.
 
▪ How is your relationship with the Stark sisters?
Being as I am one of them, very well, thanks.
 
▪ What do you expect to get out of working in CAT?
I expect to meet some amazing people, as I already have, and to experience a lot of new and wonderful things in the art of tattooing.
 
▪ Where do you see yourself in five years.
I see myself doing exactly what I'm doing now. Derby and tattooing.
 
OUT OF CHARACTER
 
My out of character questions would be here but since I am a moderator, I'm not going to do them haha.
 
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STORY COMING

- i will posses your heart by death cab for cutie
 
This set is super random, but ALAS it has a purpose! So I've got this roleplay idea that I reeeeeeally want to do so bare with me. I did it before several years ago but I'd really like to properly capture the essence in a high fashion setting. And I already got some fun people on board. WHO WOULDN'T BE INTERESTED?!?
 
So basically what it is is a tattoo parlor roleplay. Lame, I know, but actually, I think it'd be really fun, especially since I have an immense love for both tattoos (though I have none) and piercings (being that I have 10), so I just think that it'd be a really awesome idea and I'd love if I could get some people interested.
 
It'd be like 10 - 12 girls, if we're lucky.
 
SO PLEASE.
 
Comment below if you're interested!

- burning up by the expendables
 
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY EVERYONE! To all the mothers out there, enjoy your day. Really.
 
I hope everyone got to do something special for their mom.
 
We took mine out for a lovely lunch and now I'm gonna show her one of my favorite Johnny Knoxville movies haha.
 
Gotta love moms.
 
Happy Sunday everyone.
 
xx, S.

- thinkin' bout cops by slightly stoopid
 
I'm so bored. I'm sitting here, listening to one of my favorite Slightly Stoopid albums (Slightly Not Stoned Enough To Eat Breakfast Yet Stoopid) and decided to recreate a set like that of my old sets from about eight months ago. I miss making sets like this. Pale and more soft grunge-y. It reflects my personal style a lot more, really. I think I'm gonna go back to sets like this.
 
Or maybe find the perfect middle.
 
I hate staying home all day on the weekends, like today. I just feel miserable. It makes me depressed, really, especially when I have nothing to do. I read a whole book yesterday and I honestly haven't been reading much at all lately. I only read when I'm sad... which is weird. I guess it's good to be productive and read but not if it means I'm sad.
 
I'm starting Fight Club today. I'll either read it really fast because I'll still be sad or stop halfway through because I'll be happy.
 
I'm conflicting. And odd.
 
I'm trying to see if someone will go out to dinner with me before I go crazy.
 
I need something to do.

- french navy by camera obscura
 
MAY 9TH
Missed us? Filming for Jackass Factory Season Two starts up today!
 
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My older brother, Jeff Tremaine, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me under his arm, a large smile written over his face. He was in director mode today, though not entirely, and still enjoyed messing with his little sister on set. Then again, that was the sort of profession Jeff had. He wasn’t much of a professional director, per say.
 
“I say we film Lucy and Pontius skating around and then Knoxville does the bit,” Jeff announced as Chris Pontius, one of my co-stars, skated over, dressed in full Chief Roberts garb – an Indian headdress and all – and stopped before us with a smile.
 
“I am ready,” He drawled deeply as I chuckled.
 
“I don’t think I’m dressed appropriately to skate,” I went on. Sometimes it was as if the guys had entirely forgotten that I was a girl. Then again, I really didn’t act like one.
 
Suddenly a loud, distinctive cackle burst through the atmosphere as both Jeff and I froze right in the middle of the old, abandoned warehouse turned skate park. Johnny Knoxville, my boyfriend of eight months and Jeff’s best friend, stood on the top of a vert ramp, in padding and all, with a board placed tightly at his hand. I shoved Jeff off of me and stepped closer.
 
“Knoxville, you idiot, get down from there!” I yelled. I noticed Bam Margera, our fellow co-star, standing besides him, egging him on in the wild attempt.
 
“Yeah, listen to the lady, Knoxville!” Pontius cried.
 
“You can’t even skate!” Jeff added. And it was true. Out of the entire Jackass Factory crew, Johnny was the one who seemed entirely unable to even stand up on a skateboard, much less move. He was in no way, shape, or form prepared to head down a giant ramp.
 
“Oh come on!” Bam wailed. “Let him do it!”
 
I began to run up the ramp, despite my somewhat unethical heels and skirt, before Bam held a hand out and helped me to the top. I turned to Johnny and eyed him carefully.
 
“PJ, you’re an idiot,” I breathed quietly. I only ever used his real name when we were alone or when I was mad at him, so he had to figure out this was serious.
 
Besides, the last time he did something stupid that he couldn’t do, he broke his penis.
 
Thank god it still worked.
 
“Oh, come on, Luce. Let me just try,” he rolled his eyes like a child, as if he wasn’t the one 16 years my senior. “I’ll be fine. Besides, what could go wrong?”
 
I, myself, as a skater could think of plenty of things that could go wrong. But knowing Knoxville he wouldn’t rest until he made it down that ramp.
 
I sighed loudly before kissing his cheek.
 
“You better not break anything.”
 
Bam handed me a spare board before he skated down the ramp perfectly, heading to the other side to do a couple sets of tricks. After a few rounds of heading back and forth across the giant space, he nodded eagerly at Johnny.
 
“Come on, Knoxville! Show us what you got.”
 
I bit my lip as Johnny leaned forward on his board, slowly slipping forward. He started to go down the ramp successfully at first, but about a quarter of the way down, he leaned too far forward and fell right on his shoulder. I stopped myself from exclaiming out and only slid down the ramp to his aid.
 
Knoxville lay on the wood, entirely still, before bursting out into laughter. I breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn’t have been that hurt then, right?
 
“Hey! Johnny!” I grabbed his arm and helped him to a sitting position. He still laughed, a bright smile spreading over his face. I mock-punched his shoulder. “You’re an idiot!”
 
He wrapped both of his arms around me and pulled me against his chest in a tight hug. It felt good to be in his arms; I was just happy he was fine. Nothing else mattered.
 
Johnny was the sweetest guy I knew and I absolutely loved being with him, but sometimes the anxiety that came with the show became too much.
 
All the guys were my friends, sure, but it seemed Knoxville always got in the life or death scenarios. And things were different. I didn’t have the same sort of affection for Pontius or Bam as I did Johnny. And while my brother was apart of everything too, he was the director; he never did stunts, and if so, they were all prank status or stuff the other guys did to him for fun. Never anything with the level of severity as Johnny’s stunts.
 
I guess that’s what you had to do when you were the star of the show.
 
Johnny pressed a soft kiss to my temple before whispering in my ear. “I’m glad you trust me enough.”
 
I reached forward and unsnapped his helmet, pulling it up over his head. He had to have some sort of idea that I didn’t really enjoy watching him get hurt like I did with the other guys, but I’d never say it aloud.
 
“I do trust you,” I nodded firmly. And I did.
 
He pressed another kiss to my head before opening his mouth to speak, though no words came out. It was if he had something important to say, though he said nothing, and only stood up, pulling me with him. He turned back to Jeff, Pontius, Bam, and Rick Kosick, the man behind the camera.
 
“Hey guys! Let’s get filming on that stunt, yeah?” He asked, holding my hand and dragging me after him. I pasted on a smile but couldn’t get my mind off whatever he had just been about to say.
 
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(type 'i wanted to control it' if you read it all)

- the moon and the stars by the holdup
 
Wednesday, May 8th;
Brunch at the Lindsells, a BMM tradition that the gorgeous couple carry on. It's mandatory and bring some courage along with that appetite; your ranks will be discussed.
 
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collab with @pinklipstiiick :)
 
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I wasn't sure what exactly to expect, especially since I wasn't used to this type of atmosphere. I shot models, gave them their photos, and sent them on their merry way. They either came to me or I went to them; no middle man, no agency. I was keeping my fingers crossed that it was a good thing that I joined Beauté Model Management. Maybe I'd get more work this way, maybe I'd become a better fashion photographer.
 
Maybe I wouldn't have to constantly live under the shadow of my mother.
 
I headed through the brunch in search of a familiar face but then decided I knew none. This wasn't my world, my own, comfortable Buenos Aires. This was unfamiliar territory, unchartered waters. I felt exceedingly alone.
 
It was then I crashed into the figure of a tall man.
 
He set his hand on the small of my back to steady me in my unstable shoes. I swear, why couldn't I just wear boots and jeans?
 
"I'm sorry," he breathed, in a deep and husky voice. I felt my lips part and then closed them abruptly. I felt foolish for having collided with him in the first place.
 
"It's fine," I waved him off, shooting him an award winning smile.
 
"I'm Tristan," He extended his hand out towards me. "You're one of the photographers, right?" I was surprised he could even remember what I was.
 
I stared back at the man with wide eyes, attempting to figure out who he was in return. I knew that I knew him, but I couldn't quite place it. He was handsome, obviously so, and walked with a confident demeanor, as if he owned the place... and maybe he did.
 
I cleared my throat and took his hand in my own, shaking it firmly. I wanted anything but to appear meek. I nodded at his earlier question and smiled brightly. "Yes. I'm Lumen. Nice to meet you."
 
He grinned and looked around the place as our hands broke apart, "A little intimidating, isn't it?"
 
"My mother and sister both model..." I trailed off, as if it explained everything. And maybe it did.
 
"Have I heard about them?" He asked curiously.
 
I wouldn’t be surprised.
 
"Elena and Freja Lithe?"
 
His eyes widened with recognition as it hit him. Of course he knew them. Anyone who was anyone in the fashion business knew of Elena Lithe.

"Wow," He breathed. "So how did you end up on the other side of the camera?"
 
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled at him kindly. "My dad. He was... is a photographer too. After they had the kids he stuck mostly to nature though, instead of fashion," I shrugged. "I guess it's just the family business."
 
Tristan chuckled lightly and smiled back down at me in return.
 
"Guess so."
 
"How'd you get into the business?" I responded inquisitively, raising an eyebrow intriguingly.
 
"I'm still not sure..." He trailed off and gave me a shrug. "I fell into it I guess you could say."
 
"What do your parents do?"
 
"My dad's a lawyer," He answered back. "I went to law school, but it wasn't for me," He shook my head sadly.
 
"Where are you from? Your accent..."
 
"It's Australian," He smiled. Australian. Ooh. "What about yours?" He asked.
 
"I'm from Argentina," I boasted proudly. "My father's Argentinean but my mother's English... Born down in Surrey. But I mostly consider myself Argentinean. I was born there at least..." I went on. I never really saw my mother's side of the family much and stayed strictly to South America... well, at least, until now. It then dawned on me that I was rambling. "But Australia, that sounds interesting! I'd love to go there and see the beaches."
 
He shot me a smile. "You'll definitely have to go sometime. It's wonderful."
 
I nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love to!"
 
"You know, they shoot there all the time... just casually bring up how you'd love to go there and it just might happen," He said seriously, causing shivers to dance up my spine. Go to Australia? That’d be amazing.
 
"We'll see," I retorted with a smile.
 
"Have you ever done a test shoot?" He asked as I felt my eyes widened just slightly again. "Sorry, it's the casting director in me... I had to ask."
 
I pursed my lips in thought. I was sort of surprised because no one had asked me if I ever really... wanted to model. It was just a natural assumption, I guess. Elena and Freja were the models, Lumen and Sebastián were the photographers. And that was it. That was accepted as law. I never questioned it.
 
"No... I never have, actually. I've always been behind the camera, I guess," A small smile crept upon my face as I realized the compliment in what he said. It was actually really sweet. "Always just stuck to what I know."
 
"Makes sense," He nodded in agreement and smiled. "You're gorgeous though, if you're ever looking for a change..." He trailed off.
 
I felt myself blush as a smile crept onto my lips. It was always nice to be complimented.
 
"Thank you. Really. I'll consider it."
 
He grinned back at me in response. "You should," He murmured. "But I'm not here to talk business, it's my day off."
 
I bit my lip softly. "Are you close with them? The Lindsells?"
 
He shook his head then shrugged, "Corey and Ava, not very... I'm close with Ben though. Their son."
 
I nodded. "That must be nice, to have these types of connections. To be this well known. You must be really good at what you do..." I went on, smiling brightly. "I can tell."
 
He smirked in response. "Well, same to you. I'd love to see some of your work sometime."
 
I chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I'll definitely be sure to show you."
 
We both shared a smile.
 
"Can I get you something to drink?" He looked around to scan the room, looking back at me as I shook my head. In the room full of models it seemed I was the only one who had yet to be drunk. "I've heard the mimosas are pretty good..."
 
I scratched my head at the offer. A drink /did/ sound good. "Maybe just one? A really weak one," I chuckled. It wasn't like I couldn't hold my liquor - I could - I just wanted to stay off all that stuff in the long run. I had seen it ruin so many people's lives and careers around me that I didn't want it to take over mine too. I guess I was just... worried. Paranoid. But I had a right to be in this line of work.
 
"A weak one," He laughed and scratched the back of his head as he watched me carefully. "Let me get that for you."
 
"I can come with you," I said and we started walking towards a table that was lined with mimosas, water, orange juice, anything you could think of for a brunch. I guess the Lindsells went all out for everything.
 
"So how do you like Paris?" He asked as he handed me a glass.
 
"Thank you," I nodded at Tristan before lightly sipping my mimosa. "Paris is wonderful!" I announced proudly. I'd never thought I'd make it this far, honestly, much less even go to Paris (unless it was family related), so to be here of my own doing was... Well, fantastic. "It's such a beautiful and romantic city. Really everything they describe it to be."
 
I wondered what it was like to live in Paris full time like Tristan. It then dawned on me that I'd guess I'd find out.
 
"It is," He agreed with a firm nod.
 
"How long have you been here?" I asked and leaned against the wall for support.
 
"A year almost," He said, a streak of realization written in his deep eyes.
 
I widened my eyes. I guess I really was in over my head.
 
"Oh wow. A year. Time does fly, hm?" I wondered if I'd stay in Paris for a year. Or more. Or maybe I wouldn't even last a month. I didn't know. It was confusing to think about and... well, conflicting.
 
He chuckled sheepishly, nodding. "Yeah. It does."
 
I ran a hand through my hair, smiling at him and earning up the courage to ask my next question. Might as well. "So... is there a Mrs. hanging around somewhere?"
 
He laughed a little louder and shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets somewhat awkwardly. It seemed as if he had something on his mind. "No, no wife," He replied, not really elaborating on it. "What about you? Is there a man somewhere in the room who wants to strangle me, besides all the random guys who are obviously envious that I'm just talking to you?"
 
I laughed at that and ran a hand through my hair. "No, no man." I eyed him carefully, unable to hide the smirk from my lips. When it came down to it, I never really focused too much on dating. Never found a guy I liked enough to stick with, I guess. Work and family always came first - maybe that was the right mentality or maybe that was the wrong one. I'd never know.
 
"Guess we're just two lone wanderers," I smiled before downing the rest of my glass's contents in one foul gulp.
 
He widened my eyes a little and motioned at my glass, "Need another?"
 
I shook my head, "Are you trying to get me drunk, Tristan?"
 
He grinned back at me, "I wasn't. If it'd make you feel better, I'd have one too," He reached for one of the mimosas and took a sip, visibly attempting not to wince. "Well, it's not whiskey."
 
I couldn't help but to feel compelled to drink alongside him in his company and grabbed another glass too. I giggled at his reaction to the soft liquor and took another demure sip.
 
"A lady's drink, per say..." I raised an eyebrow, shaking my glass and watching the orange liquid slosh around the sides. "I'd be concerned if it was your drink of choice."
 
His laughter was soft and musical. "Nice to know of your concern, Lumen." There was a glimmer in his eyes that couldn't quite place.
 
The laughter was apparently a bit contagious tonight. "I'd only hope to say the same."
 
"Of course," He nodded and tried another sip, drinking half of its contents in one long sip. "Too bad they don't have Bloody Mary’s. Now that is a breakfast drink."
 
"Well this is brunch so..." I trailed off with color in her cheeks, staring back up at him innocently.
 
"I never understood the point of brunch," He said seriously.
 
"Well too hungover to wake up early enough for breakfast but too embarrassed to admit it for lunch?" I suggested jokingly. It got a chuckle out of Tristan.
 
"That's smart. Very observant."
 
I smiled triumphantly.
 
"Thanks! I'd like to think so."
 
We locked eyes in what felt like a heated gaze as my lips met the rim of my glass again.
 
"What?" I asked after a moment, neither of us willing to break the silence for a while.
 
He shrugged, his eyes flicking back and forth between my lips and my eyes, "I was just thinking of what a good model you'd make... and yes, I realize that came out as a bad pickup line, but I can insure you that I take my job very seriously."
 
"Maybe the mimosa is getting to your head already," I smirked with a brow lifted.
 
He cracked a grin, "No, it takes a lot more than one of these to get me drunk."
 
I shook my head, unconvinced. "I hold a valid theory that you are more of a lightweight then you'd like to let on," I announced with a small smile, curiously awaiting his answer. It'd been a while since I had flirted with somebody as fiercely as we were now. I wondered if he accounted it for flirting as surely as I did. I wondered if it made any difference.
 
"We should test your theory," He said, stepping closer to me and making a shiver dance up my spine.
 
"How do you propose we do that?" I glanced up at him, tilting my head to a side and making my long hair fall over my shoulder.
 
I smiled back at me, as if there were some secret he had and wasn’t telling me, "Dinner... you letting me show you around the city."
 
I bit my lip before nodding, slowly at first and then surely more firmly. "Yeah. I'd like that."
 
He smirked in triumph before slipping his free hand into the pocket of his pants and grinning back at me in response. "I'm glad you said yes."
 
I let out a small laugh. "Me too."
 
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(type 'the moon and the stars don't shine like you do' if you read it all)

- right back by sublime
 
This is a super accurate representation of what I wore today except my shirt sleeves were longer and I wore my black suede Urban Outfitters flats. I've never done an ootd on here before, but there you go. Imagine me in that outfit with a ponytail and plum lipstick and you've got it about right.
 
I'm in a really good mood today, I guess because I had a pretty good day. I'm also exhausted.
 
I'm super thirsty though and just pigged out on Cheetos haha I guess they're my weakness.
 
I really want to post a picture of me smoking from today because I look French but I remain unsure.
 
I also am in a happy mood because men and crushes and yay <3
 
Also yummy Snapple peach tea.
 
I don't know, just do ignore me.
I have no idea what I'm saying anyway. Le sigh.
 
Sophia's ramblings Part 11.
 
Farewell.
 
xx, S.

- holiday by green day
 
Meow. I spent the day in SC. Fun, fun, fun. Got some new clothes from American Apparel today.
 
Happy 5 month anniversary of my vegetarianism! *happy dance*