Renfarber​:

“I wasn’t lonely when I was alone. I was when we were together.”

— askpristin  (via platth)

text; leo ⇄ xav

xav: because youre an idiot

xav: but youre my fav idiot

xav: id be surprised if she didnt leave you

xav: but if you DO love your wife, no

xav: you dont deserve her, but thats not my place

xav: my ex husband just texted me a sext that was supposed to go to rylan fucking pratt

leo: I'm sure she'll leave me too

leo: I just can't tell her, not yet

leo: wait, Nate knows how to sext?

leo: he doesn't look like the type

Text !! Nate & Leo

Nate: no but it's weird seeing you use them

Nate: so it's sorta working!

Nate: it's good! I really really prefer it that way. It's the best way to learn, right?

Nate: like, I never did ballet theory. Doesn't make sense

Nate: nooo Leo! You're so so kind, thank you! I really don't deserve it

Nate: And I swear I'll find ways to repay you!!

Leo: I need to be like this in everyone's contacts: 🦁 Look at the little guy.

Leo: Thanks, I agree it is, and you're catching on so quick.

Leo: Oh, I know you will. I don't know when but I'll definitely be calling in a favor.

giselesilvas​:

Gisele was bad at dates. Not at being at dates, she often excelled at being the part of herself the other person wanted her to be, the perks of being a textbook gemini, but what she was very bad at was sticking with them. She more often than not got bored, and if it wasn’t a dinner and off you go kind of deal, she’d mostly try to find a way to bail. Mattias was a wonderful guy, she’d enjoyed their little flirting moments, the comings and goings in his restaurant, he was really fantastic company to keep. But in a place where he apparently knew everyone and she knew nobody, it felt like walking into a pit of bears with a honey pot. Grabbing a hold of Matti’s bicep, she whispered in his ear “I’ll go walk around, be back in a while”. He graciously smiled back and off she went. 

The Brazilian walked around the room, saying hi to a few friends, grabbing one too many glasses of champagne and flirting her way around the room. She was beautiful, and the red dress she was wearing cut her chest open in the most perfect manner, so it was no wonder how she was drawing the eyes of some men and women. After parading herself for a bit, her eyes found her date again. He was still conversing, with a new person now, and Gisele sighed. Fuck that, I’m going to the bathroom, maybe there’s someone there.

The ball room bathroom had the size of most New Yorker’s apartments. She chatted with a few friends, drank the last of her gin tonic and just as her friends were leaving the bathroom, Gi got the need to pee “I’ll meet you outside in a bit” She waved them off as she went into a stall. Sitting down, she heard the bathroom go quiet, and she went into her phone, scrolling aimlessly on Instagram as she peed. All of a sudden, she heard a door lock. Fuck. What the hell? She listened out for the person. They weren’t… Those weren’t heels. Every woman here was wearing heels, nobody would be caught dead with flat shoes in a ball. It had to be a man. And then she heard the lighter, and her smirk pulled up one side of her face, the smoke coming from the stall next to her cementing her suspicions. Getting ready to catch the bastard by surprise, Gisele flushed and once the noise was done, she opened the door and looked around “You know, you really should’ve gone to the stall closer to the extractor fan, you’re gonna smoke to room out, buddy”

-

Shit. Shit. Shit! Leo thought when he heard the whirlpool of a flushed toilet. He wasn’t as alone as he wished. He should checked the stalls, but of course was too sure of his instincts.  He had half a mind, already moving too slow from his first couple of hits crossed with the tingly buzz of champagne. He looked at the lit joint wondering if he should ash it and try to play it off. But the resounding clicks of heels were quickly coming his way. He was caught red handed, frozen into a straighten posture as she caught him in feeble attempt to hide the joint that was so obviously throwing wisps of sticky sweet smoke in the air. “I-,” he stuttered in response. He came to realization that he wasn’t being scolded for getting high, but because he wasn’t being smart about. This made him truly take in her appearance. She was dressed in a hotter tone of red than he. Bright and eye catching, especially her chest. His wits suddenly came back to him. “It’s comfortable here.” He started with a complaint. “But since you’re an expert,” Leo said, standing up from the couch, fingers still pinched around the joint. “Where do you want me?” He asked, with the rise of his brows. The double entendre of his words wasn’t lost to him at all. His eye contact on her brown eyes unwavering since the second he met them. “And do you want some?” He offered. Might as well. He couldn’t be the only blamed if they both smelt like it.

“No, you don’t really have the Humphrey jaw, but my name is on your birth certificate, so I’m gonna be your dad.”

Dan and baby Milo Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012)

Is cheating ever okay?

“It’s not right, but it’s okay.” He chimed, a knee jerk reaction to something so serious. But the fact he accompanied the Whitney Houston tune with a finger gun wasn’t the worst part of it all. Cheating was something he was doing best. He had truly suppressed his reality by wrecking his liver every night. The reality of chasing another affection from someone other than his loving wife. But he made himself believe the following sentiment. 

It wasn’t cheating if he’s never met her. It wasn’t cheating if he’s never seen her. It wasn’t cheating if he’s never touched her. It wasn’t.

HONESTY HOUR*

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