#✧ * º · 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : jessina silvers.

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closed starter for @divinealign​

          ❛ i don't have time to deal with your shit right now — i'm a little busy, if you can’t tell. ❜

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         ❛ don’t marry him. ❜ @womansound

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closed starter for @noirflavoured​

          ❛ i have no idea what you're talking about so can we drop the fucking subject, please ? ❜

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closed starter for @ravenousrage​

          ❛ i'm not sorry for what i — we did. so don't expect an apology from me. ❜

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based on this / @lilacwiine​

          ❛ did you think i wouldn’t notice ? that you brought them ? ❜

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@lowskey​ / continued from here

          she  doesn’t  need  to  listen  to  her  gut  to  already  know  that  he’s  bad  news.  but  then  again,  jessina  has  never  been  one  who  always  follows  the  rules.  so  she  lets  him  pull  her  close,  basking  in  the  cliché  of  sin  city.  ❛  why  ?  ❜  her  head  tilts,  curious.  ❛  would  it  change  things  if  i  were  the  bride  ?  ❜  she  isn’t  (  jess  wouldn’t  be  caught  dead  spending  a  monumental  moment  of  her  life  surrounded  by  university  students  on  spring  break  and  corny  themed  hotels  )  but  the  situation  does  beg  the  question.  ❛  you’re  the  one  who’s  being  awfully  suspicious.  am  i  talking  to  the  groom  ?  ❜  she  didn’t  bother  to  check  for  a  ring  on  his  finger,  though  it  would  be  no  surprise  if  he  had  taken  it  off  for  the  night.  ❛  the  fiancée  must  be  one  lucky  girl.  ❜

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          when she no longer feels the stickiness of sweat on her back is when jessina finally gets up and out of bed, picking up her jeans and t-shirt from the heap on the floor. while it takes a second to find her underwear that had been flung to the other side of the room, after so many nights spent doing this exact routine, her actions are second nature now. she looks at herself in the mirror, smoothening down blonde locks before her brows raise at the new marks blooming on her neck. ❛ jesus christ, i told you to keep it below the neck, ❜ she says to the other, still looking at the mirror while slender fingers poke gently at the new love bites. then she drops her hair, letting blondeness cover up the evidence of their little encounter. ❛ can i smoke in here ? ❜ she asks, digging around in her bag on the floor for her pack of smokes. she only craves them like this when she’s stressed, which she is now, despite all the fun they just had. @goxinsane​

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          ❛  sneaking  around  is  not  as  sexy  as  i  thought  it'd  be.  ❜ @suchaehwas

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         ❛ what happens in vegas, stays in vegas. right ? ❜ @lowskey

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         ❛ of course i'm not seeing other people — who told you that ? they're lying. ❜ @rollecroaster