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You make music, Riley, and for a moment, people forget the troubles in their lives

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✿ hEY

2 : all over kiss 

                            ‘          you’re okay.  ‘

                                                    again.                               ‘  you’re okay.  ‘

lips traversed with her voice.   his body a   terrain   of drunken self destruction    &    terrors that only   crept   in the night.  stifled screaming  & thrashing of the    violent variety   often consumed his rigidity.  she times the rise  & fall of his chest to collide with the angle she sways,  pressing here   & there, letting    hands   &   mouth sooth    a   soul      that begs     to be      drowned.                                                        ‘  tell me you’re okay.  ‘                          neck.                                  shoulder.    nails light on his chest                        &    breath scalding behind his ear.                                        ‘       say it,   WOLF.                                it’s the only way to   fool   it into leaving.  ‘

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they  streak    down the page, lights of every   aura   portrayed by man’s creation on    midnight pavement.   long exposure-taken,  a   masterpiece   in     itself    portraying    the    tumultuous   ease of    every day     life. big city streets  looked like the     sky   at home if one manages to squint. forgive the    awestruck   angle of her jaw,     HAPPIER TIMES     just linger too far off.

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happy birthday to our kids, as well as celebrating all of these amazing individuals i’ve had the privilege to meet and write with on here! ilu all! (✿◠‿◠)

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'college'

56:  slacker vs. straight ‘a’ student

‘   LISTEN, MCCALL.  ‘she’s getting    sick of his   crooked      little face   &   straight-shooter ways appearing at her doorstep.  offhanded assistance offered for   nothing   in return. unfortunately,    trust    didn’t settle that easily in her ways   &   school was far from a priority     when a perfectly good     ESCAPE FROM REALITY    lay in the other room.                                                chemistry could wait.                     ‘           i’m not interested.                please, for the love of GOD,  stop knocking on my door.                          you’re scaring away my    INCOME.   ‘

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when you write up a an entire meme reply and tumblr deletes it :)))))::::::))))):):):)))::::)))) everythign is fin :)e :))))

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send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

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1: aggressive kiss

2: all over kiss

3: back kiss

4: cheek kiss

5: eyelid kiss

6: fingers kiss

7: firm kiss

8: first kiss

9: forehead kiss

10: french kiss

11: gentle kiss

12: ghost kiss

13: hand kiss

14: jawline kiss

15: last kiss

16: neck kiss

17: rain kiss

18: stomach kiss

19: underwater kiss

20: upside down kiss

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youshouldhitme replied to your post:

[werewolf voice] HO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOOEEEEE

i am going to have to ask you to leave

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       ❛   i didn’t chose to eavesdrop. you just happen to play you’re music so damn loud.   ❜

               a shift in atmosphere, a body shifts to meet comfort again.   adjusting to a setting that was only lived through the eyes of another, a rather obscure experience faced only in vivid dreams.   this was reality ; the way the wind carefully carries smoke throughout the air before them, dancing in the breeze before disappearing into oblivion.   yet focus returns to them, where curiosity grips him in a tender vice, posing a question to form behind his teeth.

                                                    ❛   you’re new, though. who are you ?   ❜

now he’s done it.   soiled   the pinnacle of the melody with his inquisitions   &     slandered the tone until it was    nothing more than    wayward notes in her ears. a telltale sigh  , &    the headphones become   useless    in her lap.   normalcy fled    &    what was left laid in front of her. a   bedraggled  stranger decked out in black   &    a casual stench of an    off-road  existence lingering in the air. 

                            ‘    i have twenty four years behind me.   ‘   another    drag    falls    carelessly    from    the    back    of    her    teeth.             ‘   i wouldn’t necessarily call that   new.                                   you’re in my home.   who are you?   ‘

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when all the scott mccalls follow me...................

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                                         liberaph  liked  this.

                     ‘        where am i?   ‘

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          he shifts to slip his arm around her waist and press an idle kiss to her temple; sighs softly into her hair before relaxing against the pillows again. with a soft huff, he wets his lips and traces gentle fingers down her spine.

                     ❛     that’s only because you’re seeing it before rush                            hour.   then,  all hell breaks loose.  then again,  i                            bet it was like that in London, too.

her marrow    settles,   drifting to a state of    nirvana            simplicity. his fingers rising   bumps    against her skin, sheets flipping between cotton   &   silk;  an endless endeavor to    fiddle   with their minds. 

                                       ‘            i guess there’s not really                                                         any ESCAPING it.   ‘

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’ or you could just draw them back. ‘

     ‘   it’s symbolic.  ‘

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don’t ship with me bc if i know you do angst then i’ll literally hurt you on purpose and then laugh about it

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