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Harry Styles, Jack Lowden, Tom Glynn-Carney and Fionn Whitehead photographed by Francesco Zizola.

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lorde // sober ii (melodrama)

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ofanyas:

         ‘ ALRIGHT, so i was just stuck at the top of a ferris wheel for the last thirty minutes with a very gassy old guy next to me, ’ anya prefaces, frustration taking its usual place in the minute details of her features, ‘—- so if anyone wants to tell me where the nearest liquor stand is, i’ll hop right to it. i’m feeling horrified enough to cover first round, too. ’

      “this is why i will never go on a ride without taking someone i know with me“ leticia stated mirthlessly, diverting her eyes from her phone screen to look up at the agitated brunette. “i’ll happily join you, but i’m not too sure how much more alcohol i can handle this week.“

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jcmeson:

“m’dear leticia,” smiling wide and faking a british accent, the door swung open on its hinges, causing a slight squeaking sound to echo off the walls of the stuccoed hallway. “i really need to get that door checked out,” jamie muttered before extending his sun-kissed arms out to grab his friend at her shoulders, a smile still tugging at his lips. “rum? are you a pirate now? fuck, i really want to go to disneyland soon, it’s been way too long.” shaking his head, he quickly ushered the dirty blonde inside his cozy, clean apartment. “make yourself at home, you know it’s not your first time here.” jamie padded toward the kitchen table before taking a seat. “i cooked. surprise. sit down, let’s eat.” jamie nodded his curly ridden head toward the picturesque dinner arranged on the table. “chicken parm and caesar salad. basic, i know, but a classic.” picking up his fork, jamie messily throttled a mound of salad into his mouth. “yes. that’s fuckin’ great.”

the restless emotions of the past few days had left leticia drained out to her very core. yet, the beaming presence of jamie made her put her worries on the back burner—enveloping herself in his toned chest only to look up at the rasp of his voice “ ’thought i should change it up from the usual champagne and chardonnay” she said, mustering up a small smile. lifting one arm up to move the boys chocolate tresses from his face. “why don't we go sometime? the last time I've been was about…ten years ago? so, it's definitely overdue.” the girl muttered as she separated from his embrace, scanning the apartment while making her way to the kitchen. “well, look at you!“ leticia’s words were laced with surprise, her chocolate hues widening at sight of perfectly arranged food that jamie had prepared for the two. “gordon ramsay would be very impressed,“ she said admirably, taking another bite of the food before her. the loss of appetite she had developed the past few days had vanished in mere seconds. “were you like a chef in the past life, or something?”

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Send me three names + a number...

fuck, marry, kill

marry, cuddle, sleep with

fuck, take a bullet for, murder

adopt, be adopted by, marry 

kill, betray, have on your zombie apocalypse team

seduce, steal from, serenade

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late night self reflective asks 🌙

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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✬･˙˖ TASK 002; THE PLAYLIST ･˙˖✬

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the days after people at fashion valley discovered leticia’s past consisted of the girl going to work and going back home, only to isolate herself in the confines of her bedroom. It felt as if she was forced to click the restart button on the mourning process, and the unwelcomed feeling had left her drained and unable to explain herself to anyone for days on end. but when a call from a hopeful jamie pries her out of her space by leaving her longing for human interaction, she decides to take him up on his offer to come over to his place. after the events that occurred between the two while on vacation, leticia began to put value in the relationship she had with the brunette boy. she knew that in times where she felt lost and out of luck the most, she could count on him to uplift her spirits, or, at the very least, give her a better understanding of what she was going through. so, it was no surprise to her when she found herself finally making her way to his apartment— knuckles tapping against the wooden door only to have the port opened a few seconds later. “ ‘just a heads up, i do have a bottle of rum and i could really use a drinking buddy.” she grinned sheepishly, her manicured fingertips holding up the bottle at its neck. @jcmeson

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— ! iMessage 📲 Lorenzo

LORENZO: a few more days and ya boy is off bed rest

LORENZO: so you tryna grab a bite to eat and catch me up on shit around here?

LORENZO: i'll even let you help me decide on tattoos i'm gonna get once everything's all healed. enticing, i know

LETICIA: good, because i've missed you!!

LETICIA: trust me, you don't wanna know what's been going on around here. believe me

LETICIA:are you gonna get ones to cover up your scars??

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when u accidentally pour too much alcohol into ur mixed drunk and u have to tough it up Bc momma didn’t raise a quitter

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mvritzas:

&&.      maritza’s I M A G I N A T I O N has always possessed a mind of its own, running wild to make reality more interesting. her hands run over the leather ukulele case, staring at it thoughtfully – her lunch forgotten on the booth’s table. at the end of her shift, maritza had found the neglected case. curious as to what kind of ukulele could be inside, she was disappointed to find it E M P T Y. with every intention to hand it over to the mall’s lost & found after lunch,  maritza can’t help but be fixated by its vacancy. still deep in thought in an attempt to answer ‘ WHY ? ’, maritza asks her companion, “ ya’ ever wonder if dealers ever use empty cases to smuggle shit ? like, maybe ‘m interruptin’ a fuckin’ drug deal all ‘cause ‘m tryna do the right fuckin’ thing for once. ” finally her mocha hues lift from the case, locking gazes with the other, “ it’s a pretty genius idea, though, right ? like who’d fuckin’ suspect it ? ”

after finding a familiar face to sit with on her lunch break, leticia waited for maritza to explain the random object she had held between her hands. “i mean, with all the shit that’s been going on around here, i wouldn’t be surprised,“ the girl retorted mirthlessly, taking a sip from her coffee cup as she watched the brunette’s imagination flourish in attempt to figure out the mysterious case “i don’t know who would except you, mar. i’m convinced you were a detective in the past life.“

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saskicss:

OPEN !

‘ i’ve got the hangover from fucking hell, ’ she mutters, tapping away at her phone to fill the time of her day off as it s t r e t c h e s out before her. ‘ i felt FINE all through mexico, & i was shit faced more often than not, but it seems to have hit me now i’m back on american soil. just in time for work, ’ she groans, throwing her phone to the side & turning to the other. ‘ c’mon then, get my mind off of it. ENTERTAIN me or something, ’ saskia requests, closing her eyes.

“i’m glad to say i can’t relate“ leticia sighed, looking up from her phone screen to be met with the visage of a familiar blonde. “you know, i would say let’s get some drinks and try to cure you via hair of the dog, but i’m not sure if that’s best considering we have work“

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@jcmeson