DUA LIPA Via Instagram (October 20, 2024)

i   have   started   forming   my   muses   page   at   last    .   .   .   i   still   have   more   to   add   on   -   but   the   list   is   here.   taken   me   some   time,   but   i   am   excited   to   finally   get   started   back   on   indie   !!   slow   &   steady   .   .   .

riley  fought  back  a  laugh ,  rolling  her  eyes  as  she  straightened  from  her  little kick  of  desperation  to  the  machine.  her  cheeks  burned  with  embarrassment ,  but  his  easygoing  attitude  made  it  all  feel  a  little  less  mortifying.  " oh , yeah , the 'kick it till it works' strategy has been my go-to forever , "  she  said  with  a  grin ,  her  gaze  flicking  from  his  tumbler  back  to  him.  " i usually try to be a little more graceful, but apparently, today’s not that day. "  she  exhaled ,  watching  the  machine  stubbornly  refuse  to  cooperate.  " maybe i’ve unlocked a new skill. maybe i should just start kicking everything that frustrates me , "  she  added  with  a  sideways  glance.  " kick my way to a better day — could be my new philosophy. "  when  he  suggested  going  for  real  food,  riley  tilted  her  head  slightly ,  a  smirk  still  on  her  lips.  " is this your move with everyone who runs into you ? ask them out for lunch ? "  she  raised  an  eyebrow ,  the  vibe  between  them  feeling  much  more  natural  now.  " but hey, since i knocked your water over and this thing is useless, i’d feel terrible letting you go without getting something in your system. you wanna lead the way ? "

felix was equal parts entertained and impressed as the blonde aimed a swift kick at the vending machine, the force of it making the whole thing shudder but refusing to free a single snack. "damn, okay. wasn’t expecting the brute force method, but maybe violence is the answer," he teased, gaze shifting from the machine to her, like he was trying to decide which one was more stubborn. "so, is this your usual strategy for life? just... kick things until they work? because truth be told, i’m both a little concerned and kinda into it." he looked back at the machine, as if willing it to spit something out just to save them both from further embarrassment. no luck. his tumbler was still rolling somewhere behind them, but he had momentarily abandoned the idea of retrieving it. a hand raked through his hair as he shot her a lazy grin. "alright, maybe we should accept defeat and go get some real food like normal, functioning adults."

MOLLY GORDON in Venice, Italy for Miu Miu Women's Tales at the 81st Venice Film Festival photographed by Emilio Madrid (September 1, 2024)

ONE TREE HILL ( 2003 - 2012 ) ↳ season 7 episode 6

oooooooooooooooooh the way i want to make a gideon glick character 🥹

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two  weeks.  fourteen  days.  three  hundred  and  thirty-six  hours.  that’s  how  long  it’s  been  since  penny  last  saw  her.  since  she’s  heard  anything  real ,  anything  beyond  the  few  scattered  texts  that  did  nothing  to  quiet  the  constant  knot  in  her  stomach.  she’s  tried  to  keep  it  together — tried  to  throw  herself  into  work,   into  anything  that  might  keep  her  from  spiraling.  but  it’s  when  she  forgets  to  do  her  warm-ups  before  the  second  act ,  too  distracted  checking  her  phone ,  that  it  really  hits.  when  she  almost  misses  four  cues  in  a  single  performance ,  her  mind  anywhere  but  the  stage ,  that’s  when  she  knows — she  can’t  keep  pretending  she’s  fine.  she  has  to  call  again.  she’s  given  drew  space.  figured  there  was  a  reason  for  the  silence ,  something  she  shouldn’t  push.  but  that  reasoning  only  gets  her  so  far  when  it  feels  like  she’s  been  abandoned — like  she’s  been  led  to  believe  in  something ,  only  to  be  left  standing  alone.  when  she’d  knocked  on  drew’s  door  a  few  nights  ago ,  her  roommates  had  no  real  answers  for  her.  now ,  sitting  curled  up  on  her  couch,  her  phone  cold  and  useless  in  her  hands ,  she  gives  in.  again.  she  dials.  voicemail.  again.  "hey. i know i said i’d stop calling. and at this point , i get it — you don’t want to talk to me. you want nothing to do with me anymore , fine. but can you just — just give me a sign of life ? please ? i feel like you at least owe me that. just let me know that you’re okay. or if you’re not. just … please , drew. please." by  the  time  she  ends  the  call,  her  hands  are  shaking.  she  stares  at  her  phone  for  a  long  moment,  then  sets  it  down,  swallowing  against  the  lump  in  her  throat. 

MOLLY GORDON via Instagram

La Casa de las Flores · BROMELIA (símb. resiliencia)