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&&. daisy ;;

daisy: hmmm

daisy: how about

daisy: my significant other took this when i wasn’t looking. omg!

     sammie: i’m utterly flattered that you came to me for advice      sammie: but just tell the truth with it??

#( &&. stories ;; snapchat #afkdaisy #( &&. whispers ;; daisy

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&&. daisy ;;

daisy: i’m not a model the camera just went off.

daisy: is that too cliche for an instagram caption?

     sammie: it’s far too cliche.       sammie: try something.. better.

#( &&. stories ;; snapchat #afkdaisy #( &&. whispers ;; daisy

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#( &&. musings ;; exhalesatan #( &&. musings ;; sammie

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&&. daisy ;;

“awesome, please lead the way.” there’s an amused eye roll before she’s speaking again. “no sir sammie for you then? i think that’s the title they used to give to knights.” not that daisy had ever really paid attention in school but that just seemed like an obvious fact. “you’re missing out on a really romantic picture of the two of us where you put the caption as ‘i can be your hero baby’ with the sparkle emoji and some hearts.”

     they weren’t too far, but instead of feeling like a girl scout leader, she opts to walk no more than a step in front of daisy at any given time. “i’m not a knight.” sometimes, conversing with the brunette was like attempting to draw blood from her stone. she simply didn’t live for metaphors and other figures of speech. “do i seem like someone who will quote enrique iglesias to you? i never figured i was the type but perhaps i need to work on my aesthetic more.” 

#afkdaisy #( &&. whispers ;; daisy #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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&&. elliot ;;

He gave her back her phone when asked, even if his defense was spilling from his lips as he did, “Hey, woah, just joking. My actual opinion is that the photo is going to end up looking great.” Surprisingly, it wasn’t a lie. While the photo was simple it would look good, and hey most people like to get compliments, right? “Sorry I offended you. Didn’t mean to.”

     “again, i didn’t ask for your opinion.” unlike most of the people that she was now associating with in los angeles, sammie didn’t particularly like elliot. he was one of the few people who she could, in fact, concretely say she didn’t like. if this was pro and he was up for king, he certainly would not be receiving her vote ( but who would? ). truthfully, she couldn’t see the hype about him. “yeah it seems you don’t mean to do a lot of things, elliot. but you do.” 

#elliotasap #( &&. whispers ;; elliot #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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&&. mike ;;

Out to record a new video for his channel, just as usual. Since he started to post a video everyday, he was often with his camera in hand, walking around and filming things. At first sure, he thought it was gonna be difficult to hold the rhythm but eventually he started to get used to that. But sure, he wasn’t used to hateful comments yet, and he was trying hard to ignore those everytime, at least for now. Sometimes he was still replying with a really respectful way though. Filming around him, Mike got surprised when he heard Sammie’s voice talking to him. Seriously? The man rolled his eyes, putting down the camera before turning to her. “Um, where there’s life there’s hope. But this much hope is unhealthy for you, I swear.”

     when the person whom she’s asking for a favour is revealed to be mike, sammie’s entire body grimaces. asking him for anything was purely out of the question; getting his help on anything seemed like a far, far away dream. after all, if he had asked her for assistance in any regard, she surely wouldn’t say yes. “hope? have we not already discussed how stupid that notion is, and how i also have a lack of it?” it didn’t help that his statement made no sense to the bruentte, though her chances of admitting that were about as high as her chances of getting mike to help her with her instagram. “who even mentioned life, to begin with? unless, of course, you’re talking about the fact that i’m breathing.” trying to figure him out was like someone who was colour-blind trying to solve a rubix cube; useless and disappointing. 

#mythicmike #( &&. whispers ;; mike #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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&&. marzena ;;

          “i’m only human, you know,” marzena noted as she walked towards sammie. of course, she wasn’t supposed to be stopping, seeing as she had a job to go to, but she’d left the house early so she could grab some food on her way there. “there’s no need to be avoiding eye-contact,” she finished eventually, extending her hand for the other’s phone. “how about no smoke, but an aesthetically pleasing picture in return for an aesthetically pleasing picture? sounds like a good deal, doesn’t it?” she suggested with a grin. of course marzena knew about sammie, about her instagram, about the aesthetic that she had going on, and truth to be told, she adored it, which is exactly why she didn’t answer the girl’s question with a no. 

     it was an interesting swap, sammie had to give the girl that. however interesting didn’t always mean she was interested. appreciating originality rarely equated to agreeing to participate. “how do i know you’re any good though? i know i’m good, i have an entire instagram account dedicated to the fact, but you?” signing with aspirations had left her in a bit of a pickle given that sammie cared little for anybody that wasn’t directly influencing or otherwise affecting her. her follower to following ratio on instagram was slightly ridiculous, only exacerbated by the fact she didn’t care for others. “i mean... no offence or anything. but i hardly wish to deliver knock out images for your own to be shoddy and unusable. i do have a brand to run.” 

#( &&. whispers ;; marzena #marzenas #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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&&. adelaide ;;

Adelaide took the phone from Sammie and began to scan different angles for good shots. She was used to taking selfies and taking pictures of her girlfriend but taking pictures for an Instagram icon was entirely different. “Okay, I really hope that these are good. A couple of these shots make your eyes glow.” In truth Adelaide was a little jealous of Sammie. She was just so pretty!

     the angles which adelaide used certainly caught sammie’s attention; she had been expecting the brunette to simply stay in one position for the duration of the impromptu shoot, but she appeared to be truly invested. “i’m sure they’ll be fi---- glow? adelaide, my eyes are brown. how on earth do you make brown eyes glow?” it sounded false, like she was simply saying it to make the insta star feel better about the potential poor quality in images. 

#( &&. whispers ;; adelaide #betterbaodown #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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&&. erik ;;

“ definitely a bad day “ erik sighed, recalling the long staring contest with the ceiling in the previous night “ i’m sorry, i just need a shower “ he said, slapping his cheek lightly before going to his bedroom for a moment “ help yourself, don’t hold back on the cooking && i’ll be right back “ he smiled at the neighbour before making his way to the bathroom

     “how can you have possibly had a bad day when you’ve walked ten feet?” it was a rhetorical question; sammie certainly doesn’t want him to dispose all of his problems on her shoulders. he probably wouldn’t but it didn’t stop her dreading it regardless. “alright, go shower stinky boy.” he walks away and her attention is fully turned to the matter at hand. sammie was actually a rather pleasant cook, since her mother had ensured that her daughter inherited the “southern hospitality” gene, despite the fact that she was from illinois originally.

#( &&. whispers ;; erik #erikmorniingstar #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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&&. adelaide ;;

Adelaide took a deep breath as irritation flooded into her. She knew she was being silly and that thirty dollars was not much in the grand scheme of things but it meant a lot to her. “It’s a lot at a diner filled with mostly elderly patrons who feel as though tipping is a nicety rather than helping me pay my bills and put food on the table. I see what you mean, Sammie, but don’t rain on my parade.”

     “i’m not raining on your parade, adelaide.” often she found herself defending her actions, defending her words. people simply were too optimistic, too hopeful. she was a realist though due to their nature it was often mistook as pessimism ( though to some degree it was ) “all i’m saying is don’t go spending all your money ---- your entire thirty dollars ---- because it’ll be gone before you know it in this town.”

#( &&. whispers ;; adelaide #betterbaodown #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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&&. vince ;;

“I didn’t say it was an insult, Texas. I just said it sounds like one. You could be kissing my ass or insulting me right. now. and I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference because of your delivery. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s just a fact. I, on the other hand, can’t give a passing insult because it sounds like a joke.”

     “are you saying that’s a bad thing? surely the air of mystery keeps you on your toes, vincent. well, in that case perhaps we should all be grateful you aren’t choosing to pursue a career in acting. instead you wish to fill our minds and our timelines with your edm beats.” 

#vincetf #( &&. whispers ;; vince #( &&. talking ;; conversations

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#( &&. musings ;; exhalesatan

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what's the best memory you have of your parents?

again, the divorce was pretty great. i mean, what’s not to like about chaos? 

#( &&. interview ;; answered #Anonymous

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What were you like in high school?

i was captain of the cheer squad and homecoming queen! how do you think i was in high school? like come on. i was the “weird girl” who liked music that wasn’t mainstream. high school was a lion and i was the prey.

#( &&. interview ;; answered #shut up high school was fine for you. #Anonymous

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what is your favorite pick up line?

the one where they end up saying nothing to me and simply walking away. don’t look at me, don’t touch me, don’t go pass go and certainly don’t collect $200.

#( &&. interview ;; answered #Anonymous

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can you twerk,

i know you’re expecting some sort of.. example of me twerking or whatever but lets be real, do i seem like the type of girl that twerks to you? do i seem like someone who would ever request to be in any sort of environment that even suggested shaking one’s ass? because i think you’ve got me all wrong.

#( &&. interview ;; answered #Anonymous

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what was your favorite song in middle school?

miserable at best by mayday parade was a pretty big anthem.

#( &&. interview ;; answered #Anonymous