Dkmhqs​:

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miley: what an asshole, he turned out to be!!

miley: i'm so sorry that is happening to you though, you know i'm here for you right? but drinking out the bottle isn't going to find your answer henny, you're a wonderful female, justin is just an ass for even leaving you.

hailey: not everyone knows the meaning of loyalty the way we do.

hailey: i know you are, thanks honey. i'm not happy it's turned to this but i'm doing all i can to pull back out of this little drinking trend.

ms-gigi​:

Driving in Los Angeles is almost as bad as driving in New York City. That’s why I try to avoid it as often as possible. Not to mention it’ll take triple the time to get there because the traffic is so backed up! I’m doing alright, taking it easy for the most part, what’s new with you? How are things? You should come keep me company some time soon.

It’s horrendous, but at least New York City has other modes of transportation at the same time. I’m glad to hear, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you! Nothing new here, been working too much for my own good. I might do an impromptu trip, I miss the city and my favorite Hadid.

robbiemvrgot​:

I am not afraid to give them a piece of my mind when they start to jeopardize my safety and put me in danger. Thank you, babe. I feel lucky to play her, because it’s so much fun. I love getting into her shoes when I can.

It becomes too much once they overstep, even though they shouldn’t be outside stalking around after us regardless. You do an incredible job, no one else compares. How are you doing, what have you been up to these days?

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mileycyrus: what has he done? do i need to kick someone’s ass for hurting one of my besties? tell me everything though, please.

haileybaldwin: supposedly boasting about how "much better" his life has gotten since he "decided to focus on himself".

haileybaldwin: either i'm a shitty girlfriend/fiance or justin has gone senile. but no worries.. i’m fueled by anger mostly... such an ass.

HAILEY BALDWIN INSTAGRAM:

@haileybaldwin: talk your shit, bite your lip.

ffsbrendon​:

I swear TMZ plots that shit.  They were probably stalking you and hey, let’s run into her and catch it all.  I wouldn’t put it past them.  They are always looking for the next mark.  What were you blasting?  That is my question. 

I am with you on that one! There’s no way they happen to be there at the right time and place every single time and be completely innocent right? I think we should whip up a conspiracy theory about this. Some good ol’ Green Day, right where it all hurts.. Boulevard of Broken Dreams, honey.

xwolfiex​:

it didn’t take much for cindy to catch onto what was going on, to know and to understand what it was hailey was going through, especially the fact that she was just experiencing that same disappointment, but hailey was so heartbroken and she could absolutely see it in her words and in her face, that’s why when when she saw the opportunity to be there for one of her closest friends, she jumped on it. ringing the doorbell and watching the screen, “open up, mama, i have food,” cindy held up the bag in front of the monitor camera,” and she hoped hailey would be open to eating to soak up the alcohol, hopefully, it wouldn’t take much to help sober her up. @haileybcldwns​

the blonde couldn’t catch a grip on her emotions or the shattering of her heart, constantly pouring any slight twinge of pain into consuming alcohol. in a weird way, it felt like it took away the pain, it made her feel something other than the sinking feeling she has gotten accustomed to. loneliness didn’t go away either but it was by choice -- hailey was known for saving people and pulling them out of their battles to help them win; she couldn’t win battles of her own. cindy was a friend hailey knew she could at least have a shoulder to cry onto or stuff her face with until she was sober and the numbness sinked in. she sniffled slightly, her eyes puffy and tears welled in her eyes when the doorbell rang. darting her gaze to the monitor, she mustered a weak smile and approached the front door to let the other brunette in. “hi love, you’re the best..” she said, her voice hoarse from the crying. “can i.. just please get a hug first?” she asked after closing the front door. she needed some form of affection and security.

Talk a little bit about a regret that you have?

Maybe some liquid courage will get me to confess a little bit..  I’ll say this much. I wish I could help people a little bit more than I do.

HONESTY HOUR.