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goodnight !! like this for a starter after i come home tomorrow from school !

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‘ you know it would be so much easier for you to just admit that you’re following me because you’re madly and irrevocably in love with me rather than just an annoying brat who loves to piss me off. i mean, i wouldn’t blame you for being so in love with me. ‘

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magicxendings:

“If you say so. I don’t even know how people celebrate birthdays, something to do with cake and parties I think.”

‘ well we could do that but there’s plenty of other ways. like just going out to eat or hanging out or getting drunk and wild. it’s completely your choice, i’m just not going to let you flake out and act like it’s no big deal. ‘

[neptunize-deactivated20190728]

why u should join my glasses hate club

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cons of glasses: •ears hurt •smudge on vision •hot drink makes fogged up •rain splat on glass •"just clean them" •squares on nose when u take them off •see the edge of the lens •adjust adjust adjust •fingerprint •take them off and world is fuzz •"wow you are so blind!!“ •forget them weird places

pros: •see things •????

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‘we’ve been fucking with no strings attached but i just saw you go upstairs with another guy and im drunk and following you both upstairs to punch the shit out of him’

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magicxendings:

OPEN | VINCENT

“Yeah…. Yesterday was my birthday, so what? It’s not important.”

‘ it’s important. it’s very important. don’t try to fool me. i know you better than you think. we’re celebrating. now. ‘

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           she can’t help but feel extremely guilty for showing up at the others doorstep in the middle of the night but she was positive that if she was alone any longer she would wake up tomorrow. she’d already harmed herself along her thighs with a piece of a broken vodka bottle. luckily her black jeans were hiding any lines of blood that would’ve showed through on any other color pants. she hesitates knocking on the door, but eventually she does and it’s taking everything in her not to turn back and run.

it was supposed to be any other night. she was just supposed to spend time with just herself, like always. but plans change. the young brunette heard a knock on the door and walked over to open it. opening it, her jaw dropped slightly and she sighed. ‘ i -- uh. what are you, uh, doing here? ‘

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kokanfiend:

“ i’m fucking hardcore looking forward to that day. i’m looking forward to the day when we all have to be equal because there is a higher, more intelligent being that could fuck us with some extraterrestrial weapon and make us all slaves. we aren’t making things better nowadays. everything’s fucked. we’re fucked. “

‘ that won’t make us all equal. we will always be fucked up , and even more fucked up and divided if that happened. i want us to all be equal. but i want to be someone that’s very very important too. wouldn’t you want to be remembered for something amazing? ‘

[effstonem-]

               "If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again. Everything. 

                        The fucks, the fuck ups, everything I’d do it all a g a i n.”

[spookyrejects]

psa; im the kind of roleplayer that’s more than willing to start in the smack dab middle of a relationship and then talk about their connections and history later because it’s fun to throw my muse(s) into a random situation and watch their dumb ass work their way out of it.

[wordsnquotes]

‘Isn’t it exhausting?’ ‘What?’‘Keeping people out.’

K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths (via wordsnquotes)

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‘ it s just really weird that we’re just this tiny speck in the whole universe and there’s a more than likely chance there’s other life besides us. and that one day we just won’t be as important and the only we will be is if we stopped a war or won a nobel prize or cured a bunch of diseases and i don’t know. maybe i’m not making sense at all. ‘

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‘ i really don’t know what you want from me at this point, i already told you. i can’t talk to you anymore. we discussed this. ‘ grace explained, sighing in frustration.

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ohtentoo:

best friends who slowly fall in love with each other is what otps are made of

[thefirstcompanion-deactivated20]

Send me ☢ if you want to rp with me but haven't yet.

[disloyalyoutharchive]

WHO CARES IF SOMEONE FAVORITES ANOTHER ROLE PLAYER MORE, DON’T MAKE THEM FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH ENJOYING SOME THREADS MORE THAN OTHER’S. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH ROLE-PLAYING WITH ONE, TWO, THREE OR FORTY PEOPLE. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH FAVORITISM BECAUSE WE’RE ALL HERE FOR OUR ENJOYMENT AND TO HAVE FUN. WHAT IS WRONG IS SOMEONE GIVING OTHER’S SHIT ABOUT LIKING CERTAIN THINGS MORE.

[theloophq]

recklessxones

[theloophq]

it was mid-morning & while carson was never much of an  early riser, there were some days she found herself rousing from slumber when the sun started to stream through her window. it was days such as this, when the weather wasn’t too cold nor too hot, that she would have her lady’s dress her for riding & make her way to the stables. in the light of carson’s coming of age, many new stable hands were hired to accompany to the needs of her potential suitors & their families. carson had been offered & given many  horses in her short life thus far but she only ever rode one thoroughbred as of late. it was a present from her father for her sixteenth birthday & it was as if the princess was made for that horse as it was for her. her riding helmet was tucked securely under her arm when she arrived at the stables & began to seek out a hand to ready her horse. ' excuse me, farm boy? yes, i was wondering if you or someone else could ready my horse. ‘ 

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          everyday was the same way for ryder, getting           up early and eating breakfast with his mother,           doing any work around the small property they           owned and getting ready to leave for the stables.           it was like this for almost every family, except for           of course the royals. luckily, the young man worked           as a stable boy for the royal family so he was able           to receive some money for his mother and luckily,           he was one of the stable boy's who had more           authority. ryder stood in a stable, brushing the           hair of his favorite horse, not paying much           to everything else until he heard a girl's voice           he walked out to see a girl around his age,            she must've been the princess from how she           talked. but she wasn't quite what he imagined.           "of course, princess. i'll get someone on that           right away." he said, calling to a nearby stable           boy to ready the horse for her. he didn't really           want to bother readying the horse himself.           "and i believe the correct term is 'stable boy'           not 'farm boy' but close enough, princess." he           had to at least be a bit polite if he wanted to make           money for his family and not die from some bad           execution for correcting the princess or something.