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I’ve been nice for long enough but now I’m on my worst behaviour

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                    ❝     𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞     𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝     𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞     𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧     skinny     caramel     macchiato     with     oat     milk     --     they     didn’t     have     almond     --     three     extra     pumps     of     vanilla     ,     plus     one     shot     and     EXTRA     caramel     drizzle.     ❞     She     takes     a     deep     breath     in     after     reciting     the     order     in     one     breath     before     holding     out     the     cup     to     the     princess     with     a     thoroughly     satisfied     grin.     It     had     taken     Kezia     two     months     and     a     countless     number     of     shopping     trips     to     memorize     one     of     the     many     orders     Audrey     had     in     her     arsenal.     Had     even     tried     a     few     herself     ,     pleasantly     surprised     at     the     sweet     tooth     they     both     had.     Taking     a     long     sip     from     her     own     cup     ,     she     relishes     in     the     warmth     that     spreads     through     her     body     before     nodding     with     new     found     determination.

❝     Alright     ,     let’s     go.     We     only     have     ,     ❞     A     glance     down     at     her     phone     has     her     kissing     her     teeth.     ❝     Only     three     hours     till     my     next     class.     ❞     She     considers     skipping     it     ,     might     just     have     to.     They     had     more     important     things     to     do.     Primarily     ,     dress     shopping.     The     party     was     only     a     week     away     and     Kezia     had     spent     a     good     majority     of     her     time     working     on     warming     up     the     kids     of     the     isle     enough     for     them     to     reluctantly     accept     the     invitation.     Leaving     very     little     time     for     herself.     The     fatigue     of     it     all     is     hidden     by     a     thick     layer     of     concealer     and     the     smile     she     wears     on     her     face.     ❝     I’m     thinking     something     sexy     ,     but     not     too     slutty.     Classy     but     not     too     classy.     A     little     spicy     ,     but     screams     :     I’m     still     a     lady     ,     DON’T    get     it     twisted.     ❞

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@spheirrow     ♡  ‘  d

                    𝐒𝐡𝐞     𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭     𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫     𝐡𝐨𝐰     𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬     𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞     ,     and     how     she’s     ended     up     with     one     drink     in     each     hand.     All     she     hears     is     the     music     blaring     in     her     ears     and     the     sound     of     gruff     voices     scattered     around     her.     The     last     thing     she     expected     on     new     year’s     eve     was     to     find     herself     on     The     Isle     ,     surrounded     by     kids     that     just     barely     paid     her     any     mind.     Kezia’s     sure     she’ll     regret     it     in     the     morning     ,     with     the     headache     that’s     bound     to     follow     and     the     bruises     she’ll     leave     with     ,     but     in     the     moment     --     she’s     weightless.     Up     until     a     thought     crosses     her     mind     ,     and     she’s     slinging     a     heavy     arm     around     the     girl     closest     to     her.     Liquor     sloshes     in     her     cup     and     her     lips     mouth     a     small     ‘     oops     ’     before     she     squints     her     eyes     and     points     outwards     to     nothing     in     particular.

❝     Picture     this     ,     you’re     walking     down     the     street     ,     right     ?     Minding     your     own     damn     business     ,     RIGHT     ?     And     then     ,     and     then     ,     ❞     A     soft     hiccup     shakes     her     body     but     she     recovers     quickly     as     she     looks     at     the     girl     who     she     had     swore     ,     up     until     that     very     moment     ,     was     Harriet     Hook.     Her     thoughts     are     interrupted     by     the     realization     ,     but     it     doesn’t     stop     her     from     continuing     her     story.     ❝     And     then     ,     ❞     She’s     gotten     louder     ,     eyes     wider.     ❝     And     then     you     see     this     gorgeous     ,     like     drop     dead     would     -     die     -     for     -     him     ,     good     boy     walk     across     the     street.     No     collar     ,     no     leash     ,     no     nothin’.     Can     you     blame     a     girl     for     trying     to     take     him     home     ?     ❞

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@isleheart     ♡  ‘  d

                    𝐓𝐡𝐞     𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥     𝐬𝐡𝐞     𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬     𝐢𝐧     𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫     looks     like     her     mother.     The     grin     on     her     lips     ,     the     waves     in     her     hair     ,     the     way     she     stands     with     hands     on     her     hips     and     chest     heaving.     She     remembers     growing     up     to     the     sound     of     her     mother’s     anklets     chiming     when     her     feet     ran     across     the     floors     and     whisked     them     up     into     her     beautiful     storm.     With     sweat     trickling     down     the     side     of     her     face     ,     she     knows     her     mother     would     be     proud     of     her.     She’s     about     ready     to     pack     up     ,     music     slowing     to     a     lull     as     she     reaches     over     to     turn     off     the     speakers.     It’s     then     that     she     notices     the     girl     in     the     doorway     of     the     studio     ,     her     reflection     small.     

Kezia     doesn’t     want     to     startle     her     ,     so     she     settles     down     on     the     floor     ,     legs     crossed     as     she     wipes     her     brow     with     a     hand     towel.     ❝     You     know     ,     BABE     ,     ❞     Her     voice     is     honey     as     she     briefly     looks     over     her     shoulder     with     a     grin.     ❝     I     don’t     mind     an     audience     ,     but     I     like     knowing     when     I     have     one.     Would’ve     put     on     my     best     face     ,     that     last     routine     was     a     little     sloppy.     ❞

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💋      before i get back on my clown shit , take this lowkey early morning STARTER CALL because i love my baby and i miss her. may be NYE related , may just be whatever i can come up , we’re just throwing the punches and rolling with it here what it do baebyyyyy

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“The personal, as everyone’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here – it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide from under it with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way, you stand a better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous marks the difference - the only difference in their eyes - between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it’s just business, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal.”

ー Richard K. Morgan, Altered Carbon (Takeshi Kovacs, #1)

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💋     although kezia will still be more low activity than aklla , making her a sideblog means i’ll be able to get to her more often so big sorries to everyone who had to wait this long for a reply. BUT i have everything i owe finally drafted and i’m here to give you my dotter.

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                         𝐆𝐎𝐃   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒   ;

                       𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆                𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼                𝚃𝙷𝙴                𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈

selective     descendants     original     character     :     daughter     of     esmeralda     and     phoebus.     sung     by     tas.     sideblog     to     levered.

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women i love and adore (15/?) » cher lloyd

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A Dinner Date With Barbara Palvin & Dylan Sprouse | British Vogue

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                                  𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐒   &   𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀

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1   /   ???   i   am   simping   for   miss   kezia

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