God (self-diagnosed)

g: you try so hard, quinn. but the truth is, you still always resented me, didn’t you? g: well, let’s see if we can fix that. i dare you to actually let loose and have some fun - go convince someone to switch tops with you. 

Hayley Williams — Simmer

kitkallberg·:

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Of course not followed by Quinn gesturing over her shoulder. Kit didn’t know what to believe. His face crumpled in confusion. “Uhh no,” he answered. “I mean, it was a beach ball so it’s not like I’m injured. It hurt just a bit.” Whoever whacked that ball had some serious fire in their palms. He continued to rub the back of his head for a moment more before dropping his hand to his side. “But uh, hey,” he greeted. “Are you…” Having a good time? No, that wasn’t the right thing to ask. “You’re here,” he decided to say instead. A bit surprised Quinn showed up at all.

               —quinn   tittered.   "no   shit,   sherlock."   you're   here.   she'd   forgotten   how   completely   awkward   kit   could   be.   he   got   away   with   it,   too;   a   puppy   transfigured   into   a   six-foot-something   beefcake.   if   she   ever   let   herself,   quinn   would   miss   the   friendship   they   had   struck   up   when   he   first   arrived.   but   she   was   quinn   morrison   and   she    didn't   do   that.   at   least,   that's   what   she   told   herself.   "got   to   be.   what   if   your   girl   shows   up?"   she   asked   with   a   bitter   rhetoric.

𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖  𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟

          ———      ⁂      ❝   Ça fait longtemps dis donc, enfant sauvage.   ❞ Quinn attempted the little French that Thea had been able to teach her during their time together over summer. Her accent was terrible; a Manhattanite overaccentuating the vowels, clearly having repeatedly listened to the Google Translate bot voice. She had been to France so many times with her family. You would think someone as intelligent as Quinn would have picked it up but alas, world languages were her downfall. The Morrison came from behind and sided up beside her friend and fellow tridelt. 

             ❝   Horse riding truly is all style over substance, don't you think?   ❞

aceofportsmouth·:

- where: greer's pool party - when: october 25th, early in the evening - who: open starter

The pool felt amazing. It had been a long since he’d been swimming. It never hurt to get some exercise in so he began doing some laps, dodging any of the other swimmers. He breached the water, shaking the excess of like a dog. Movement caught his eye nearby the ledge. Why weren’t they swimming? Feeling social, Booker swam towards the ledge, propping his arms on the side, looking up at the person. “I think you’re suppose to get in the water at a pool party.” He said with a cheeky grin. “If you need a push, I’m more than willing.”

               the   closest   quinn   was   getting   to   the   pool   was   to   sit   on   the   edge,   staring   down   her   nose   at   the   hullaballoo   of   her   classmates   in   the   water.   for   all   their   youthful   anarchy   she   knew   if   her   cousin   were   to   walk   through   those   doors   this   minute   they   would   all   stand   to   attention   like   the   obedient   dogs   they   were.   save   a   few,   perhaps.   she   was   off   in   her   own   fault-finding   thoughts   when   she   realised   one   of   those   very   whelps   was   talking   to   her.   her   eyes   narrowed. "lay   a   hand   on   me   and   you'll   be   in   a   jail   cell   quicker   than   you   can   say   attempted   assault."

“Am I free? There is some thing still holding me. Or am I holding it?”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva (via feral-ballad)

FLORENCE PUGH as Alice DON’T WORRY DARLING 2022 | dir. Olivia Wilde

ironlvngs·:

      at her response, he holds his hand up to his heart, acting out as though he was pulling a dagger out of his chest, with a grin painted on his lips. he could tell that quinn never trusted him — she was a smart girl, and it didn’t surprise him that she chose not to trust him. but the suspicion grew when greer disappeared, and it got him beginning to wonder if she thought he had anything to do with that. 

    he reaches out his pack of cigarettes, gesturing for her to take one. “ be my guest. i’m curious to see what trick that is — all of mine are limited to dorm room tricks, i’m afraid. ”

               "i   doubt   that."   she   added   while   walking   over,   taking   a   cigarette   from   the   pack   offered.   quinn   gestured   for   link   to   follow   her   and   began   leading   them   away   from   the   main   set   of   lockers   and   around   the   corner   to   a   fully   tiled   shower   area.   there   were   some   cubicles   adjacent   to   the   wall,   for   those   who   craved   privacy,   and   for   those   who   didn't;   a   typical   offering   of   an   open   rectangle   of   densely   packed   riser   rails.   she   twisted   their   dials   one   by   one,   being   careful   not   to   get   splashed,   and   turned   back   to   link   with   a   cheeky   smile   before   sitting   in   the   middle   of   the   short   curb   that   acted   as   a   dam   for   the   run-off.   "blow   your   smoke   towards   the   running   water.   it   dissipates   it   before   it   can   reach   the   alarm   out   there   and   stops   the   smell   from   clinging."

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