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I’m a Cali boy. I miss my ’cados.
Yuck
Don’t trust what the military industrial complex wants you to believe.”
Wise words
I’ve officially been kicked out of college, after two faculty members walked in on my ethics teacher screwing me in his office.
Why were you kicked out for that? Him I get, but the student?
Do I regret ruining Professor Kensington’s life like that? If I say yes, will anyone believe me? Sure, he didn’t have to fuck me… In his office. With the door unlocked. But still, I came onto him. And I did it for no other reasons than to sate my infinite, unwavering boredom, to get a rise out of my shithead parents, and play the part of exactly who the hell I am; who they all expect me to be at this point. A willful worshipper of chaos. An American Psycho,
Days spent in the gym, flirting and hooking up more than actually working out, followed by nights spent bouncing from club to club, doing drugs, getting fucked, and passing out just before five, only to wake up and do it all over again. The lifestyle of a rich, gay sociopath.
my parents. The insufferable pricks who brought me into this world, only to show me nothing but loathing from the moment I popped out of that waspy cunt.
Damn💀
It’s odd, to feel completely alone when surrounded by so many people. Probably something only New Yorkers would understand.
Four million people, all in our own little worlds. Fully separate from one another.
Uh oh… He dropped the soap.
Prison rule number one: never drop the soap…
“I believe this is yours,” the guy says, voice deep and soft, with a British accent that gives it some casual elegance.
TREVEL!!!!
“Okay, Trevor. Run along back to your beanstalk.
Ren is so funny 😭
he’s fucking The Carver. And rather unapologetically, I might add.
lol, you’re not wrong
I love that,” Ren hums. “You’re out here doing the Lord’s work. Turning hot dudes to the dark side. Bless you, child.”
🤣🤣🥲. No but actually lmao
Kang gives him a casually snarky look.
Huh?
Joy finally stalks over to get her phone. Goddamnit… We were so busy arguing, I didn’t even think of using it! I could’ve been Googling things or playing Candy Crush instead of listening to all this Mob Wives bullshit.
My thoughts exactly
Ren is seething. My mouth is hanging open. Felix waves. “What the hell are you doing?!” Ren whispers-scolds him. Felix shrugs. “Might as well play nice, right?” “Are you sure you’re a serial killer?” I arch a brow.
Lmao
“The best way to get people to drop their guard is to act like you’re dropping yours.”
You’re terrifying lol
Trevel just brings this aura with him, like when you can feel a ghost in the room. He’s too quiet, and he stares too hard, and he’s just… fucking creepy.
He has that sickly-chic appearance, so you can’t tell whether he’s famous, or homeless. Like, he could be strutting down a catwalk in Versace, or overdosing in an alleyway with a needle in his arm.
I know EXACTLY what you mean. The timothee chalomet/ Pete Davison aesthetic
the only even slightly positive thing I’ve heard him call Trevel is Harry Potter’s drug dealer.
HA!
wondering if there’s any chance of sneaking off into a dark corner somewhere so I can get inside that sweet booty,
Ren is REALLY rubbing off huh
Trevel’s voice grows much softer. “It’s Byron… right?” I side-eye him, warding off my sly smirk. Smooth, bro. We all know you know his name.
Damn, let him live 😭
Kang shifts, glancing at me and Ren for a moment before he inches away from us to stand closer to Trevel. And maybe I’m just being paranoid, but it feels like something is happening… Like he’s choosing this new, hostile presence over us.
Could be…
“You two are so fucking toxic. Both of you. Egotistical, obsessive fucking junkies for this sick fucking game you involve us all in.” He huffs an unamused laugh with a bite, shaking his head. “You deserve each other. And now you’ve got what you want. So don’t try to pretend you care about anyone else… Especially not me. Because we all know it’s a fucking lie.”
No but seeing it from his POV…. I get it. Like Yall have NOT been a good friend to Kang
“I wish I knew… how it feels.” He gulps.
I mean we all knew this was coming lol
“Mmm-more,” he pants, writhing desperately against my hand. “Deeper… fuck me deeper, baby.” “My fingers won’t go any deeper.”
Damn, where’s kang when you need him? 🤣🤣🤣
