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“Ugh, tell me about it.” Mary had her back to the ‘art’, if you could call it that, that the woman was looking at, drinking her water with as much disdain as she could manage. “I mean, there’s being different, and then there’s just being lazy.”

“The artistic scene in LA has turned so… Hipster, is what you all call it?” Irina said from behind a glass of wine while she looked at some art hung in a wall from the gallery opening she had been invited to. “Where are the real artists? The ones who poured their feelings and ideas into strokes of a brush and made them come to life with paint? Now all we get is splatters and toilets called ‘installations’.” 

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so my activity needs to be booted up DRASTICALLY so like this for a starter!

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Mary recoiled slightly at the more than frosty reception she had gotten from Sofie. She knew that the girl and Asher were less than friendly, although the reason why alluded her. She had never pressed Asher for details, figuring that it wasn’t her business, she just wished that Sofie at least showed her some kind of civility.

“Afternoon.” Mary said politely, as the two were squished together like sardines. “Had a good day so far?”

“Yo- no.” Sofie shook her head when she realized it was MAry-Cate, Ashers girl friend? She wasn’t sure who Mk was to him, just that whenever she saw them she got uneasy like she had to be on it ready to argue, fight- for what? What was she fighting for? She wasn’t even sure anymore. Maybe if I don’t look them in the eye they won’t notice? Sofie tried to make herself smaller, but rush hour in LA had people shoving past her until she was forced to move bumping shoulders with the very person she was trying to avoid.

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While it hadn’t taken long for Mary to come down from her high, the aftermath was taking a lot longer to recover from. Her head ached like crazy and her vision was plagued by those weird, random splotches of light that would usually only appear after rubbing her eyes. But the worst part was the cravings.

Having never done drugs before, let alone hard ones, Mary hadn’t expected to go into anything resembling withdrawals, but that was apparently what was happening, at least according to her doctor. Cold sweat would streak down her face and body as she felt a gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach, some kind of beast, begging her to feed it cocaine again. And this terrified her.

As a girl she had watched addiction ravage family, friends, and members of her community. And although she felt empathy and compassion for them, she had sworn to never go down their path, and she had done rather well, considering the kind of things on offer in Hollywood. But after that night at the gala, Mary had been plagued by guilt, and the fear that she too would end up a wasted shell of herself.

The knock at the door had caught Mary by surprise, but she answered it anyway, assuming that it was her manager or doctor. Instead, she saw Indiana. She learned the girl’s identity after the gala, and found that she was a model, which explained how Mary knew her face if not her name.

Memories of the night in the bathroom came flooding back to Mary, and she felt her face flush. “H-Hey.” She stammered back in reply. “Do you, uh, wanna come inside?”

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Indiana fidgeted as she stood outside Mary-Cate’s house and waited for her to answer the door. She had to admit, when she took her address from Kitty and saw that it was in the Hollywood Hills, following that with a bit of research into the musician’s name, Indiana was surprised by the extent of Mary’s fame. But she didn’t allow that to change her perspective towards Mary to whom she continued to mentally refer as ‘the girl from the bathroom’ despite herself. After ranting about what happened to Kitty, Indiana’s concern towards the musician had returned even though she had promptly tried to forget the heist in its entirely especially when it seemed that Kitty was worried about her too. And considering that Indiana had been with her that night, she figured the least she could do was check up on the girl. As the door opened, Indiana made a quick inspection of Mary and nodded in greeting. “Hey.”

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Mary’s solo album, released at midnight on February 16th 2018.

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@marcatieturn: reasons why you should shop at Threads: a thread

@marycatieturn: the clothes are cute

@marycatieturn: the store is cute

@marycatieturn: ji nee is cute

@marycatieturn: literally what else do you need

( @pcrkjinee )

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EXCERPT FROM MARY’S JOURNAL:

Recorded some songs with Kai today. I really don’t understand why so many people refuse to give him a chance. He can be really lovely if you let him. He has a fire in him that I used to have before everything went to shit.

We need to hang out more. I think he could be good for me.

( @kaiowns )

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Other people share Tequila sunrises,

while we have rum sunsets,

and I don’t know about you,

but I think this is as good as it gets.

( @brycbrooks )

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EXCERPT FROM RECENT BUZZFEED INTERVIEW WITH MARY:

BuzzFeed: Something that a lot of people are still trying to wrap their heads around is your relationship with Asher Heathcote.

Mary: [Laughs] Yeah, I see that a lot on social media. Turns out the Bad Boy Meets Good Girl trope is a lot more popular than I thought.

BF: So what is your relationship with him like? Are you two close? Is it more professional?

M: Honestly it’s all right there. Everything you see is really all you need to know about us. He’s my best friend, he always will be. No matter how much shit goes on in Hollywood or in our lives, I’m always going to have a place for him in my heart.

( @clearedashe )

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opheliawinters:

“I always drink my sorrows away.” Ophelia replied automatically, the closest confession she’s ever given to the rumours circulating about her. But the mask held a barrier from her identity which made it easier to freely speak her mind. Bitterly she wanted to add, haven’t you heard? But she refrained from doing so. She wasn’t sure how much anonymity her mask was giving her but she didn’t want to push it. Her fingers reached for another glass, tipping the alcohol straight down her throat. “Are you going to join?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Share with me the reason why you’re also not in the spirit?” Misery loves company and Ophelia loved a good story.

The temptation to partake in alcohol consumption was strong and pulling at Mary, but she didn’t dare risk it. “No thanks.” She said. “I’ve decided to stay sober during this event because of...recent events.” Thinking of how she behaved while coked out still made her cringe. She hoped to find Indiana here tonight, to apologize if nothing else. “What about you? What kind of sorrows are you trying to drown?”

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We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to black

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oftriumphs

  For those of you who feared Mary’s fashion risks...

she looks like linda evangelista, she’s a model

oh she’s smiling!

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Despite the festive air infecting every inch of the room, Mary could not allow herself to get into the mood. After the fiasco of the Blue Moon gala, she decided to be on her best behaviour, which meant no drinking or being merry. One could argue that was the exact opposite of what happens at these sorts of things, but Mary still felt obligated to make an appearance, so appear she did.

She smiled at the young blonde, who’s mask concealed her identity. “Same here.” Mary admitted, her mouth twitching slightly. “Gonna drink your sorrows away?”

Her mouth parts open slightly, a greeting laying flat on the tip of her tongue. Her dress swirls around her thighs as she spins around and picks up her flute of champagne. She puts it out in front of her, on an angle, a little higher than her head; a mock toast to the person beside her. She feels inexplicably lonely this Valentine’s day, her first alone in many years. “Happy Valentine’s.” She greets, her flute of champagne still held out towards the air. “Unfortunately I’m not in the holiday spirit this season.” She remarks, before tipping the remaining contents back into her throat.

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For those of you who feared Mary’s fashion risks ended with the Blue Moon Gala, you can now rest easy! It seems our favourite usually demure singer truly has stepped out of her fashion comfort zone, and do you know who is here for it? Us!

In a sleek and sexy outfit inspired by that old goddess of love Aphrodite, Mary is shining brighter than all of the stones on her tights (think she did that herself? Oh who cares! She’s perfect and beautiful after all!). Does anyone else smell a new era for Mary?

-Buzzfeed

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sms ; received

Arkin: girl

Arkin: why do you think i'm texting

Arkin: i've got pineapple for daaaaays

Mary: YAS BITCH

Mary: YOU ARE MY NEW FAVOURITE PERSON

Mary: FUCK EVERYONE ELSE

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    Finally, the release of the teased song with Mary Catherine Turner has hit officially. It is two songs, written by Kai Owens with Mary’s help, and featuring just a hint of her back-up vocals. Though neither song will feature a video, Kai released a raw recording of the first song he’s written himself, titled Heart Ties. It is not available for download, and was only up on his Twitter for 24 hours.