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like this for a starter from indigo ! 🍒

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roryweisz:

the day has been a blur for rory, early work shift and class and barely enough to eat andnot enough caffeine - they don’t know how they’ve made it to now. all they want is something to eat and their bed, because there was no fucking way that homework was going to get done until they could actually sleep. but - like, first, they had to help the girl who’s bag strap just broke, or they wouldn’t be able to live with themselves.

kneeling down, they started to pick up the other’s stuff, “yeah, of course, i’m so sorry - i spaced out for a sec, but - yeah. um, do you like…i think i have a stapler? if that’d fix your bag, at least long enough for you to get back to your place?”

indi snorts out a small laugh at that, feels her mood lift the tiniest of bits. “a stapler–that’s,” she shakes her head in amusement, “that’s brilliant. i never would’ve thought of that.” 

she offers her bag up to the stranger, broken strap dangling depressingly over her arm. “might as well give it a shot?” she beams a little, grateful. indi always feels so nice when she stumbles upon someone kind. plus, it wouldn’t hurt not having to lug all her stuff with her bare hands all the way home, would it?

“i’m indi, by the way,” she introduces herself sheepishly, laugh small. “was having a pretty shitty day, so you have no idea how much that industrial strength stapler means to me.”

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text ~ indigo ~

calliope: wait what

calliope: well fuck ask your family or something

calliope: yeah beats me

indi: yeah.

indi: feel kinda bad not knowing anything about my own culture

indi: thanks for this though ? thought i was supposed to help u but u helped me. a bit

indi: tell me how it goes w the paper alright 💟⚡️

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dvniiels:

    the day was going really GREAT for mila. she was able to get some work done, after a week of having no motivation; she also managed to find herself some FREE TIME to walk around & use N A T U R E as her biggest muse, like ALWAYS. usually her best pictures arealways the ones that she takes OUTSIDE that need no description nor explanation ‘cause they speak for THEMSELVES.

    as she stopped to keep on throwing pictures of everything her eyes landed on, she couldn’t help but notice a girl not so far from where she was, looking like she was NOThaving a great time, and even though mila wanted to approach her and show the girl a friendly face, she didn’t act on that seeing as she wasn’t sure if the girl needed that at the moment, so she was gonna go back to doing her thing ‘till she noticed how the strap on the bag of the girl broke and all her stuff fell to the floor; at first, she wasn’t sure what to do, until the girl looked at her and asked her for help,  so mila went towards her and kneeled on the floor picking up all the things that fell. ❝ here you go. ❞ she said handing the girl all her things back. ❝ are you okay ?? ❞

she’s helping--kneeling and picking indi’s stuff from the floor when indi was so sure the stranger would laugh--not unexpected, considering how awful her day was already going--but. she’s helping, and it drowns indi with so much relief that she almost wants to cry more. indi looks up at the soft you okay?, eyes trained on the stranger’s friendly face. she feels like exploding--feels the, i’m a fucking mess and nothing’s been going right for ages and i miss my family, about to tumble ungracefully out of her mouth. she grimaces.

alright. don’t ruin the kind stranger’s day, indi. she feels a smile inch its way onto her face, mechanical and practiced, hopes her eyes project something warm. she’s good at this. she’s good at smiling her way out of things. she’ll have a quick cry when she gets home but she’s for now, she’s fine. 100%.

“yeah, i’m good. i’m sorry for bothering you, thank you so much.”

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text ~ indigo ~

calliope: i'm aware you're not an economist but you must have some idea

calliope: i mean you lived there for a while right

calliope: i just wrote a piece on their current economic policies and teared up a bit

calliope: this president is raelly fucking them up i swear i could run a better country

indi: was born in new york, actually :-(((

indi: im the WORST

indi: looking it up now

indi: why is it that it's the douchebags that get elected and given all that like. unwarranted power

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indigo is having...a great fucking day. 1) her favorite pen exploded on her, and now it’s all over her hands, her hair, and her favorite hoodie. 2) her professor had just e-mailed her, saying she has to rewrite her entire essay—the one she spent one whole week losing sleep over—and 3) the heating in her dorm room’s fucked, so that’s nice, knowing she’s coming home to antartica tonight.  

she entirely does not need this right now, thanks. the strap on her bag finally gave up—today, of all days—sending all her stuff all over the ground, and fuck. she’s gonna cry. she’s gonna cry and this person is staring a hole right into her profile. she attempts to bite it back, teeth pressed against cheek, and takes a deep breath. looking up, she tries for a smile. 

“sorry—just. a little help, maybe?”

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text • indigo

dax: hey

dax: if u were a booger i'd pick u first

dax: js

indi: never wanted to be a booger more in my LIFE

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*☆ — text | indigo.

Tara: i just changed my major

Tara: also i have osme wine and vodka so come over??

Tara: lol wrong person. sorry!!!

Tara: you should come over tho

indi: oh oops

indi: even if im the wrong person can i still ask what u changed ur major to?

indi: and wine and vodka is always a good time. on my way !!!

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woojinmc:

“i think this barista has it out for me,” he pouts. his latte is growing cold in his hands, drawing a deeper from from woojin. “every time i order a drink from her specifically, she always gives me whole milk instead of almond. at first i thought it was an accident, but now i think she’s purposefully trying to give me a stomach ulcer.”

“oh, i wouldn’t go so far as a stomach ulcer,” indigo lets out a small laugh, more amused than anything. “baristas’ have a pretty hard job, y’know? maybe she’s just a little stressed?” she spares a quick glance at the suspect, then back to the sad looking drink in the other’s hands. “if it makes you feel any better, i’ll order for you the next time we’re here. maybe she’ll get it right and you won’t have to worry about your stomach's impending doom.”

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text ~ indigo ~

calliope: need an honest review on a piece i'm writing

calliope: how familiar are you with argentina's economic history

indi: i'm sure it's gr8 and i havent even read it yet

indi: that's how much i believe in u !!

indi: also. i'm argentinian but im far from an economist

indi: ive got mad google skills though. still want my help?

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( CAMILA MORRONE | 21 | CISFEMALE ) I swear I saw INDIGO ALONSO around campus yesterday. I hear SHE is very IDEALISTIC, WARM & ARTISTIC, which explains why when you think of them, you’d think of STREAKS OF SUNSHINE THROUGH BLINDS & INK-STAINED FINGERTIPS. They’re in their JUNIOR year and studying LITERATURE.

hullo i’m frankie and this nerd is indigo! under the read more is a lil thing i made so you can get to know her more. feel free to send me a message if you wanna plot and all that, those are always welcome :-) i’m stoked 2 be here

indigo likes her name but she likes her nickname more. call her indi!

she’s literally...a Ray of Sunshine. she tries her hardest to be positive and makes sure to spread a lil love around whenever she can

but when she gets sad, she gets VERY sad. she’ll distance herself from others when that happens, cos she hates putting other people down

a lil lonely, honestly. overcompensates with the chipper personality though

Angry Crier

you’d think she’s very open cos she has a sunny disposition most the time but when u rly Think About It she doesn’t really share much about herself at all. ( Who Is She? ) 

LOVES to write. romanticizes the fuck outta everything too. lend her a pencil? there’s a whole poem about you in her lil journal now probably

scatterbrain. likes to write on her arms so she doesn’t forget. grocery lists, homework, stuff like that

the biggest heart. if she loves, she does it with every fibre in her body.