sorta contemplating putting this account on hiatus 'cause i'm really not feeling the indie thing at the moment. but we'll see, i might get on tonight - or in a few days.

wait no - i'll be back in like, an hour or two.

i'm working through replies to asks & drafts slowly because i need to make more icons, but hey, in the mean time like for a starter !!

     ❛ i’ve got a couple; thirty-two to be exact!!! and they all fucking hurt      like a bitch to get done! like, i personally don’t understand why i keep      getting more because they seriously hurts that fucking much! ❜

       ❛ woah, that's a proper lot. i'm surprised you've not lost count.         because  they  look sick, that's why !! have you ever  passed         out  gettin' one, though? 'cause  i knew a dude  who actually         got knocked out it hurt that bad. pretty funny, i think. ❜

 ❛ so far out of the love i experienced — i haven’t gained anything positive. this is why i don’t get attached. ❜ 

 ❛ strictly speaking, not true. i mean, you were happy at    the  time ; that's  something positive.  besides, you've    learnt shit. guess that's a decent thing. like, you won't    make the same mistakes or whatever. ❜

louis' being too selective for me to do drafts, so i'mma go  watch SOA & make more taylor icons even  though i'll probs never use them but she's totes bae, so.

                                    “You’re in New York.”  he says quickly, because he’s busy.

At least, too busy for this guy. Ashley can smell the liquor on his breath faintly and he wrinkles his nose at it, eyeing the man who’s tapped his shoulder. He looks a bit lost and confused and definitely well weathered and if Ashley were more kind, he’d offer to call the man a cab —but he isn’t. So instead he straightens his posture and adjusts his jacket on his shoulders and says,

                                            “Do you need anything else?”

                              ❛ New York? Well, shitting hell. I'm not meant                                to be here. ❜

And he groans because he's not supposed to be in New York  of all places, least of all  without  his security  team. But it would be  just his luck to bump into someone  who seems both unwilling to help & grumpy. So, he shrugs & brushes a hand through his fringe.

                                ❛ Uh, directions? But you seem busy. So I'll                                  just ask someone else. Thank-you, though. ❜

       ”i still don’t get why people fall in love —        it’s all bullshit & crap.” & painful.

 ❛ because there's supposed to be positives that   outweigh all the shit. it's lies, in all honesty. love's   overrated. not worth the trouble. ❜

being 18 when none of your other friends are 18 is hella dull.