Damien Stevens-Thorne. Take out the Thorne and Damien Stevens sounds like a detective name to me. It’s almost 5 am and I don’t know why I’m posting this.
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This post is like the digital version of those embarrassing diary entries that other people, NOT ME, used to write in like, idk, Elementary with their and their crush’s names. Ew.
Fuck it, I don’t care: yeah, actually, I have written a few journal entries like that in my life. Anyone want to fight about it? I’ll fight all of you. After my nap.
And, no, it wasn’t Bebe’s name, but I think we all have that one crush who we just have to blow up and bring back from the dead in order to get over them in order to meet your future fiance years down the road.
Mine also wasnt your name. I bet you could totally guess whose was though. Everywhere, all over my papers, little hearts and shit. Sometimes I would turn in assignments with the wrong last name. Gross.













