——-

* ah

*    yeaaa

∗   Me ^_^

–ask jules,  or–   i don’t know,  somebody else.   i’m not doing this again. 

[hip is checked to the frame of gaping door, spring air wafting sweetly past her and ebbing, slowly, into the abyss of the darkened saltzman home. gigi, struggling with meager temper,]      okay?      [sylphic arms knotted over sunken chest will untie in nostalgia-induced defeat.]      rue,     [a defeated sigh.]      why’re you..   here?   i’m gonna let you in.   you know i am.   but it’s just,      (…)      your mom and, y’know..   knows where you are and what you’re up to..   and stuff,   right?

@cultofsaltz           i..    i did screw up.     [rue took a deep breath,   her dark brown eyes,  tinted redshot from how intoxicated she was feeling at the moment.  this was bad. real bad.]      i’ll just explain it.   don’t freak out—-       you know, lately i have been pretty good in explaining shit to save my ass.     so /far/    i’m still here.    [a humorous chuckle,   despite the situation she’d gotten herself into.]    

am i,  like,  supposed to stop being mad because you know too?    —maybe we should’ve just called.    seriously,   my husband’ll flip if he comes back home to—

@cultofsaltz     /    yessssss pls do

*      can i pretty please drop on her and maddy 

@cultofsaltz     /     squealssssss :0

@cashhunt     /      studaya.     that’s all :p 

@hawkinscvnt     /    ty <333 all u!  

@thieflamp    /   blehhh