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Lana: oh my god are you serious?
Lana: What do I get if you help you out?
Feliks: i'll do ur homework???
Feliks: THERES ANOTHER KID IN HERE

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text ✉️ lana
Lana: oh my god are you serious?
Lana: What do I get if you help you out?
Feliks: i'll do ur homework???
Feliks: THERES ANOTHER KID IN HERE
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Feliks: this is embarrassing.
Feliks: i'm trapped in the bathroom.
Feliks: send help.
Oh, just things in general. My birthday’s coming up though so I’ve things to look forward to.
Oh! That's wonderful, what day is it? If you don't mind me asking.
Well, everybody has their strengths and weaknesses. It’s just a stress release, really.
What are you stressed about?
Winnie stayed quiet for a moment and watched his careful strokes. The girl couldn’t help but admire his talent, even if the work of art had a sad meaning behind it. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, giving the boy a grin. “I’m sure he’ll l-love it.” She winced when her stutter managed to make an appearance.
The corners of Feliks' lips curled up, his hands stopping for a moment, before he patted the chair beside him. "Come sit." Feliks enjoyed Winnie's company, despite her being timid and anxious, she was a good listener, she had nothing but good intentions.
Baby food? As in like… Mashed peas and creamed corn and thanksgiving dinner in a jar?? That baby food?
I mean, applesauce technically counts, and mashed bananas. Unless you don't like applesauce and bananas.
It’s really the only plausible explanation: slurp the fat out the titty.
I -- yeah, it does make sense. I don't know if slurping is the right word to describe the procedure.
"It's this lake by my home in Russia." Feliks said, running his coloured pencils over the canvas. "When I was little, my grandmother used to take me here. I would swim, and she would wash her clothes, and then we'd stay outside until the sun went down. The anniversary of her death is coming up, I'm sending this back home to my grandfather."
Today has just been one of those days, it seems. It never hurt anyone to let out a little steam on a punching bag - I mean, surely you have your vices.
I'm not too good with the uh -- exercise, and fighting and physical stuff.
Cis men are always like, “I wish I had titties; they’d be the first thing I’d play with.” Honestly, if you want a titty for yourself, you can go get one. Might cost you, but you can get one. Speaking of, imagine a boob donation for dysphoric trans girls from trans boys. You know, liposuction? Just fuckin’ do it. Suck the fat out of their boobs and transfer it into the girls. Problem solved. Welcome.
You're awfully innovative.
It’s almost 11 AM and I still haven’t eaten anything yet today.. I hate being sick. It hurts to eat because of my sore throat. When will this go away?
Baby food?
"I’m not really, I tend to stick to the back unless people talk to me, you know? Surprised you didn’t know why," Elliott joked weakly, flopping down onto his bed and putting his book down on the bedside cabinet. "I didn’t think it was that bad actually; my mother had a good viewpoint on it though so talking to her really helped me write it." Laughing a little at the thought of being a ‘super smart academic kid’, Eli shrugged. "I take Italian but that’s it."
"People don't really talk to me, but I sit in the very front. You seem like the kind of guy that everyone loves." Feliks chuckled softly, smoothing his fingers over his duvet. "English was always my worst subject, no idea why I chose advanced placement for that class." He shook his head again, eyes glued to the spot above his bed where the wall was blank. Feliks moved over to his luggage, retrieving his sketchpad, carefully removing one of his drawings. "You like Italian?" The Russian looked over to his roommate, whilst taping up his art. "I was going to take Italian, then I didn't."
Hey, relax! You shouldn’t be stressing about mid-terms. I’m sure you’ll do spectacularly! Just have a little faith in yourself - I know you can do it!
It's just English, man. Costley is out to get me, she's gonna fail me, for sure. No doubt about it.
First of all, people around here don’t seem to have any concept of discretion. In all fairness, yes, you saw me pull out the pack of gum so technically you are allowed some, but you don’t have to go and tell the entire student body that I’m the one you got it from. Shitty people and bad vibes.
I'll keep that in mind for next time.
Someone needs to go down the hall and tell those bafoons to shut their fucking mouths because if they don’t shut the fuck up in the next three minutes I will go down there and shut them up myself.
I don't have the heart to tell them to be quiet.
I just dream of being in Cape Town right now. A weeks worth of sun and surfer dudes can do great things to you, I will say that. I arrived in New York to negative temperatures and felt getting back on my plane and heading back to South Africa would be the best thing to do. Obviously I didn’t, but a girl can dream. Soon enough my tan will fade and I’ll have to get back into school business. Ugh.
I've always wanted to visit. What's it like down there?
So, is everyone here full of themselves? I asked someone to move because she was blocking the sun, and she said “bitch, I own the sun.”
Well, that's awfully... Awful.