annalise—juliet:

…..where do you wanna go…?

I don’t know.

(Source: missmeganfields)

aizelle-andthegang:

You need one of those dolls you beat up when your temper flares.

Heard of ‘em? Real ugly looking — put together well so that you can really fuck it up and it won’t fall apart.

That sounds oddly terrifying. 

annalise—juliet:

………-waits for a moment- Megan….Wait….

….can….we go somewhere else…? 

I suppose.

(Source: missmeganfields)

aizelle-andthegang:

Nah, it’s cool. I probably deserved it.

I’m a bitch most of the time. 

…yeah, well, I still need better control over my anger.

vanessa-daviss:

I love you too.

(Source: missmeganfields)

aizelle-andthegang:

…Oh yeah yeah yeah!

You don’t talk much. And… we roomed together during a skii trip? You might’ve hit me once or twice? I dunno.

…yeah.

Sorry about that. My anger got the best of me.

annalise—juliet:

-sniffles before turning back around to face her-

…Don’t worry about it…

Alright.

…you know where to find me. 

(Source: missmeganfields)

emiliarusso:

I don’t know… I think I lost a lot of blood or something and I blacked out….

Well the staff needs to know.

(Source: missmeganfields)

vanessa-daviss:

I know… I’m going to make sure you are.

Yeah, I guess.

…I know.

Don’t worry about me. There’s nothing she can do.

(Source: missmeganfields)

annalise—juliet:

-wipes her eyes then pulls away, before turning away and wiping her eyes again-

…why are you crying?

(Source: missmeganfields)