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this is ugli cos I'm mobile but I'm away for a week so will only be able to get on ma phone. apologies in advance for all future ugliness n slowness

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Because 12 shots of vodka burn less than the hole he left in me.

When they asked me why I drink so much. (via written-on-polaroids)

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(via ofhcney)

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ofhcney‌:

poisoned dipped in the saccharine taste of peach ; three drinks in , a fourth one being babysat by her hand . two hours , one hundred twenty minutes ,  seven thousand two hundred seconds she allowed herself to be drenched in fake smiles and dragged out conversations .. the ebullience of her personality overpowering the other traits as her legs had moved her from room to room and person to person . but only just enough.. the idea of only presenting what others expected draining her with each second that had passed .. and the alcohol in her system beating her from the inside with an bat to let it lose .. red material combining with the dark wood of the bar , her warm orbs ran across the bottles that sat in perfect organization . only leaving them to scan the sea of people who swarmed her . “ fuck , “ the word came out without much thought , a giggle like usual following .. “ i don’t think i can deal with this , “ she began , eyes flickering into the crowd , “ for too much longer .. just like the entire atmosphere ? the entire vibe ? god im fucking bored , “ honey lothario was bored in a sense of everything — —- the people and their dry conversations ,  the music that did not have much spunk to it . the constant stares , and glimpses of those she did not want to encounter . it seemed to be the only fun thing about this event had been pulling this tight dress on and getting dolled up . “ spare me ? “ she asked , her eyes now turning on the poor bystander who sat next to her .. “ take a few shots with me ? help me threaten the dj to play something a bit more lively ? for god sakes we could challenged one another on who can drink their drink the fastest and it’d be the most exciting part of my night so far , “ she rambled on .. her full lips pouting before letting her next few words escape from her mouth “ just entertain me please ? “ 

conversations comes in sporadic waves, and coincidentally in sync with the highs of cocaine. he couldn't spend another night outside or stuck in the bathroom again. not with everyone around. not when he's supposed to be better. but some things just don't change: empty conversations are still draining, and the only way kosta knows how to get through them is by taking whatever he can get his hands on to not be himself. he smiles, he lies about his adventures, speaks passionately about the future and his career. anything to distract himself from seeing honey bounce from one person to another. once again, however, he's come to a dead-end with mr. alcott, and he retreats to the bar, swings a bottle of champagne - one gulp, two gulp, three... - as he steps backwards and bumps into someone sat at the bar. the champagne spills all over him and he fears for what damage he's done to the poor bystander. "shit, fuck me--" he mutters under his breath, and quickly swivels around. "ah, fuck..." he mutters again, a nervous hand instinctively reaching to scratch the back of his neck. "sorry, i didn't know-- i didn't realise-- fuck, you okay?" unsure of what to do with himself, he simply stands there, one hand still on the bottle, the other still gripping onto his hair.

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alliancereina‌:

Much to her surprise, everyone seemed to be on their best behavior tonight. The founder’s ball had kicked off without much of a bang but with enough flair to be considered a success thus far. Valentina knew that tensions were high and people were muttering different theories under their breath but at least, for now, that’s how it remained. Perhaps a drink was in order. Maybe she could let herself enjoy some of the event without worrying too much. She reached for a champagne flute when the white-gloved waiter passed by her for distribution and Valentina’s eyes scanned the room as she brought the bubbly to her lips. Her back was turned when someone had approached her for conversation but she did feel their presence. “What a lovely night. It’s been quite some time since Victoria has seen one, hasn’t it?” 

dom hadn't planned to reunite with val in front of dozens of people at such an extravagant event, but the first few days of his return had been completely occupied with getting his siblings in order and settling back in with the bianchi's. so now, he stands in a simple all black suit, white shirt, unbuttoned for formal has never been his thing, keeping an eye on all the rascals that never seemed to have empty hands. but then, he spots val from afar, recognising her from the back of her head and how well the dress wraps around her curves. "hope you're not speaking to soon," he replies, standing behind her. once she turns, he offers a small smile. finally, he feels at home. "you look--" he chuckles quietly and shrugs, knowing no word could do her beauty justice. so he simply sighs, tilting his head to the side as he breathes out a soft, " hey".

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mvstiical‌:

luna walked with purpose to find something stronger than the champagne they were serving in the room. she had left her dates behind but that was one of the many advantages of having two dates, they could entertain themselves while she ventured out to find booze. not happy enough with what it was provided in the ball she waltzed her way in what she assumed was the kitchen, the caliente was justifying this detour as part of her job but it was only for her enjoyment. as she found a expensive looking liquor she turned to face a figure, her tainted lips stretching into a sly smile “hey, can i interest you in a drink?”

even bathrooms failed to provide the privacy kosta desired as any sharp sniff followed by a rubbing of the nose would send the grapevine into overdrive. he opted for the kitchen, tucked away behind the large cupboards he didn't even realise someone had entered his vicinity. "luna," he smiles, wider than usual thanks to the bump he'd just inhaled, and so he flicks the end of his nose with his knuckles. "what would i do without you?" taking a swig of the alcohol, he hands the bottle back to her. "the drip on this batch is... no bueno," he teases.

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@nadinechapman

learning from past mistakes isn't something kosta is good at, but he's learned not to promise any dates as his track record for actually turning up has been abysmal. the struggles of getting out of bed doesn't seem a good enough reason for standing someone up. but he's made it here today with a little support from certain pills and powder. he's escaped to the garden for some quiet and solitude when the door opens. kosta looks over his shoulder, cigarette hanging from his lips as he's locked eyes with nadine, the girl from the booth. “ah, shit--" he whispers under his breath. lost for words, he simply states at her blankly, despite the sudden roar of panic that begins to set him alight.

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@beatricvs

How wonderful to see you.

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text: dark poet society

nadine: lol yea!

nadine: probably because you've never gone with me just sayin!! God, I'm so smooth.

nadine: yes I'm definitely going. I want pigs in a blanket dammit

kosta: you're as smooth as a porcupine :)

kosta: they're probably microwaved and v salty just saying! but you'll have a good time, first time is always super fun

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text: dark poet society

nadine: god, I'm so excited .

nadine: no? Colored me surprised. I was going to ask you to go with me. But okay ok Friday I shall invade our booth area.

nadine: nope! Never. I've only been in Victoria for a couple of months. So it's my first time :)

kosta: hahaha no way! like as your date?

kosta: it's not that fun tbh i've never enjoyed myself when i've gone

kosta: are you def going?

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text: dark poet society

nadine: lol I love breakfast so seems like it's your lucky day.

nadine: how about friday? I only have the founder's ball tonight but that's all. Are you going? Have a hot date?

kosta: you ready for the best omelette du sand?

kosta: ah no, no hot date. i'm not going to the ball so friday works!

kosta: have you been before?

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text: dark poet society

nadine: you're going to show me for breakfast sometime? ;)

nadine: I'm free most weekends and during the week in super early mornings or the evenings.

kosta: hahaha if you're up for it, I'm a master chef with breakfast meals only!

kosta: i'm pretty much free all week so let me know when suits you best :)

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text: dark poet society

nadine: lol like as a toddler? or yesterday? i mean, it has it's nutritional value so I'm not going to knock it.

nadine: i suppose. lol well, we should make plans not to miss each other then!

kosta: like for breakfast! it's not too bad, can show you sometime :)

kosta: we should. when are you free?

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nadine: have I? So tell me something I should know about you, Kosta.

nadine: lol yeah? I can be either your worst or best distraction. I suppose that depends on the audience.

kosta: i used to eat sand!

kosta: only one way to find out i spose haha

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text: dark poet society

nadine: my hero

nadine: well its probably best if we don't share. I'm a hogger. And I'm constantly tapping away at that laptop. Besides, I'll just distract you from your poetry. And who wants that, am I right?

kosta: you've pegged me all wrong!

kosta: i don't mind a distraction every now and again :)

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just added some wcs for dom at the bottom of his intro here (x) so give us a like if any of those take ur fancy :))))))))))