I think I'm done here.

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Interview Vampire Daily

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
occasionally subtle
Cosimo Galluzzi
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oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
The Stonewall Inn
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Game of Thrones Daily
Jules of Nature
Noah Kahan
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Fai_Ryy
The Bowery Presents
RMH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Misplaced Lens Cap
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@bornxofxthexirish
I think I'm done here.
watching yourself being replaced by people better than you
Maeve MacManus,
I'M MAKING A GENDER BENT MURPHY!~
Great Big Sea | I’m A Rover
The majority of my music listenage in the month of March is spent on Irish music.
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Dana stared back at her best friend, studying her for a moment. “Yes, we know what tonight is. Why aren’t you celebrating with us?”
She gave a slight shrug and took a breath. “Mm, I don’t know. Just kinda lost the St. Patrick’s Day mmf.”
The blonde shook her head, scowling. "Oh no, we're going to fix this. We're going to McGinty's."
"Oh.no chaos tonight? That’s a little odd."
Dana stared back at her best friend, studying her for a moment. "Yes, we know what tonight is. Why aren't you celebrating with us?"
Shifting in her chair, the blonde moved to rest her elbow on her knee, her chin nestled gently in the palm of her dainty hand. “That would be interesting, though, wouldn’t it?” She answered him, mulling over the idea in her head. “A drunken paper. I’d love to see what...
"Productive or not," The blonde voiced, with a shake of her golden locks, "I still think it'd be amusing. I can't even begin to envision what the hell would pour out of me if I did it." Turning to face the bar, the blonde motioned for the male. "Gimme a whiskey on the rocks and whatever my friend here wants." She told the male, gesturing a thumb over her shoulders at the brunette sitting to her side.
send me a 'dibs' if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner and get jelly when someone who has the same muse as u rp/talk/breathes in the same room with me
you dont even have to get jealous just the fact u are attached to me is what interests me owo
It's St. Paddy's,
The blonde turned her gaze on the male. Icy optics looked over the male. “S’pose it is fer some. Fer the college student? Not so much.” She told him, running her fingers through her golden locks. “I take it when I can, though.”
"Oh, aye." Murphy nodded a little, his eyes blinking lazily. "Don’ guess ye could really write ye essays an’ shit all tuckered drunk." He chuckled at his own thought, reaching for his beer and taking another sip of it.
Shifting in her chair, the blonde moved to rest her elbow on her knee, her chin nestled gently in the palm of her dainty hand. "That would be interesting, though, wouldn't it?" She answered him, mulling over the idea in her head. "A drunken paper. I'd love to see what would come of my drunken banter." A small laugh followed through. "You know, they say that drunken words are sober thoughts."
It's St. Paddy's,
"Never said it was a bad thing." The blonde only grinned, taking the bottle into her hand. After a moment of reading the label, she shook her doubts away and look a long swig. "Tonight is the night when it’s allowed." She told him, handing the bottle back.
Watching her take a drink, Murphy had to chuckle a little, “An’ it is any o’her nigh’, then?”
The blonde turned her gaze on the male. Icy optics looked over the male. "S'pose it is fer some. Fer the college student? Not so much." She told him, running her fingers through her golden locks. "I take it when I can, though."
It's St. Paddy's,
"Someone looks like they’re having fun." The blonde watched the male for a moment. "How ‘bout you pass the bottle?"
"Ne’er a bad thin’ tonigh’ o’all." Murphy looked over to the blonde lazily, before sliding the bottle her way.
"Never said it was a bad thing." The blonde only grinned, taking the bottle into her hand. After a moment of reading the label, she shook her doubts away and look a long swig. "Tonight is the night when it's allowed." She told him, handing the bottle back.
"Probably left over from last night." She snickered.
"Or It’s jus’ like a second nature ta me now." He laughed.
"Sounds like a good nature to have." She answered him, moving to sit at his side. Gesturing to a lonesome can, she adverted her eyes. "Mind if I have one?"
It's St. Paddy's,
"S’come hav’ a fuckin’ drink already!"
"Someone looks like they're having fun." The blonde watched the male for a moment. "How 'bout you pass the bottle?"
”I haven’t even dran’ anyt’in’ ye’ an’ I’m alreadly talkin’ like I’m drun’ and hungry as hell.”
"Probably left over from last night." She snickered.
In honor of St. Patrick's Day, send my muse "Kiss me, I'm Irish." and they will have to kiss you.