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Current Merry Chrysler πŸŽ„
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2 mos ago
We're fucking cooked, dudes.
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3 mos ago
Moving multiple states away from my home town tomorrow, and it's all sinking in. Holy shit.
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4 mos ago
Beer is liquid bread. Pop-tarts are ravioli. Corn dogs are Popsicles. I will not be explaining.
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4 mos ago
Having a panic attack? Try shaking your ass to the Mama Mia soundtrack instead.
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Haley β˜… 24 β˜… Taurus β˜… EST β˜… Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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Ordinary Man ~ Ozzy Osbourne ft. Elton John
Smiling When I Die ~ Sasha Sloan
Holy Roller ~ CYN
929 ~ Halsey
Now ~ Chase Atlantic
Still Learning ~ Halsey
Far Away ~ Breaking Benjamin ft. Scooter Ward
Grenade ~ Cover by Memphis May Fire
The Other Girl [the other mix] ~ Kelsea Ballerini, Halsey
Rock Show ~ Halestorm
Went out and bought some new jeans. Picked up some glorious pens. Got my first schedule.

I'm excited.


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Standing over by the punch bowl was proving to be a pretty decent choice on Ariel's part. With each drink, she felt herself relax. By what she believed to be drink number six, Ariel had a decent sort of buzz going. If the teachers were going to get mad at her for hogging the punch and getting drunk - so be it. She didn't really want to be here anyway. Truth to be told, if it wasn't for her friends, she wouldn't be doing a lot of things right now.

Watching the crowd for Marisol, Shawna, or anyone else she could low-key lean on to pull her through this night, Ariel spotted Sawyer approach the table.

The few interactions that she had had with Sawyer had been friendly, and from what she could tell, he was actually half decent company. Since she had the tendency to ramble when she got tipsy, Ariel figured it was best to find someone to talk to other than herself. Sawyer being so close by was a God send. As luck would have it, here came Julie and Sonny too! Filling yet another cup with punch, Ariel prepared herself to spark a conversation with the familiar faces quickly surrounding her. Taking a sip as she turned around, Ariel had to fight the instinct to spit it right back out in shock.

Did Kavi seriously just attempt to start a chat with her? The audacity.

Tipping her head to the side as she silently thought about how awful his shirt was as she looked him up and down, Ariel began to feel a spark ignite inside of her - something surprising in her state of semi-numbness. What the spark was about, she didn't know quite yet. If she had to guess, she'd say it was about the growing need to slap the piss out of him and walk away. This was the first time that they had spoken face to face since everything had happened and he was asking if she was having fun? The thought made her audibly scoff.

"Fun?" she said in a questioning tone, repeating the word back to him. "If you mean forcing myself to be somewhere I don't want to be while trying to get drunk off of shit punch then yeah. I'd say I'm having fun." Shrugging her shoulders, Ariel took another drink from her cup. "What about you?"
Older ~ Sasha Sloan
Like A Stone ~ Audioslave
Zombie ~ Bad Wolves
Basic ~ N i G H T S
Monsters ~ All Time Low ft. blackbear
Be Kind ~ Marshmello & Halsey
Level of Concern ~ Twenty One Pilots
Glycerine ~ Bush
S.O.S ~ Indila
Dreamer ~ Ozzy Osbourne


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Taking his tray from the cafeteria lady, Sam frowned as he looked down at todays breakfast. He wasn't a fan of sausage, and would rather have pancakes or waffles in place of the second portion of meat. Sadly, he didn't really have a choice. Making himself something back at the dorms was always an option, but he was feeling his fair share of Monday laziness. Thanking the group of ladies that made his food each day, Sam stood at the end of the line waiting on his friends.

Watching the scene unfold around him, Sam leaned up against one of the counters and picked up a piece of bacon before taking a bite. His growling stomach and teenage boy appetite waited for no one. Nodding his head at Leo's comment as he continued to chew, Sam swallowed his bacon before speaking.

"Yo, I'm in. I hate those assembly things. All of us packed in there like sardines while I try not to fall asleep? Nah. I'd rather skip it any day."

As Theo and Wesley entered the cafeteria, Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he sat down with his friends. No doubt most of the girls in this room were about to be staring Theo's way. Who could blame them? A muscular dude who had just finished working out, strolling in shirtless? Even Sam couldn't help letting his eyes linger for just a few moments. It would be none other than the innocent Hanna that would break him from his daze as she fell at his, Sol's, and Leo's feet.

Before he even had time to ask "Are you okay?" the young woman had already ran away with an embarrassed and terrified look on her face. Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed.

"Well that was weird," he said, placing his unwanted sausage on Leos plate.
I'm going back to my old waitressing job, and I'm actually kind of excited.

I already know the ins and outs of the place, the regulars, etc. The owners always adored me. The money was good, and the hours were manageable. I have Mondays and Tuesdays off every week. Downside is my weekends are gone again.
@BitchTheFuck
What are your' feelings on using pickle juice?

I find it nasty yet my mom would use that in her homemade potato salad at times.


Straight up dill pickle juice? Fuck no.

However, my dad used to like sweet pickles in his. the like... relish/diced kind. So often my mom would have to make a separate batch for him.
I am a firm believer that celery and/or raisins DO NOT go in the FUCKING POTATO SALAD.


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The plan had been to offer Ariana a dance, but as they were both approached by Max, it seemed that Jaspers plans would have to wait. Feeling a heavy hand on his shoulder, the blonde turned to see none other than the star jock himself. Drink in hand and a friendly smile on his face, Jasper wasn’t at all surprised that Max had found them. As Max asked to steal Ariana away, Jasper nodded his head. ”She’s all yours man.”

Talking about Ariana as if she wasn’t standing right there didn’t sit well with Jasper, but he sucked it up. With his date walking away with her current fling - for lack of better term - Jasper had to find something to occupy himself with. Better yet, someone.

The young man had spent his whole high school career in the shadows studying people, so it was no surprise when he had noticed Max had brought an unfamiliar face to tonight's dance. Approaching the unknown girl, Jasper was glad to see that his friend Kavan had found his way over first. Maybe that would help the conversation be a bit less awkward.

”Kavan,” he said enthusiastically. ”Hows it going man?”

Turning to the brunette, he held out his hand for her to shake. ”Jasper Fray at your service, m’lady. Nice to meet you.”

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