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hello does anyone want to plot??
hello i'm sorry i disappeared again. i had to go home for a family emergency and yeah i've been super preoccupied.
This is the money bill, it only comes around once every 27 years. Reblog in the next 5 seconds or youâll never have money again.Â
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#me when i look at other rpers talented writing skills and their well developed, thought out muses:
dancingwithbees·:
he could have walked away, and never looked back, had it not been for the touch to his hand. he took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to lace his fingers in hers. it was hard to tell her no, especially when he knew he would always feel this way for rosie. he finally gave up on playing the tough guy act, and nodded in response to her question. â you know i do. i always will, rosie. â Â
she was searching his face for any sign that she was making the right move. that she wasn't making a complete fool of herself in front of him. rosie waited for an answer. "then come home wth me. we can talk about what we did. what we can do, baby, please." rosie stepped forward, placing her hands on his cheeks, "i love you. i love you so much and i'm sorry for everthing i've done that's hurt you. i'm so sorry."
mocnlighted·:
Moses didnât deal with heartbreak all too well and so when the love of his life turned down his proposal, he picked up a bottle immediately after and the rest of the day was a blur. He recalled that his close friend, Theo, had invited him to a charity event which was in support of the local community. Not much different to an event which he usually attended so he accepted the offer even though Theo was the sibling of the girl who had turned down his proposal. Moses was a man of his word and he showed up just as he said he wouldâonly it was two hours late. He ignored the stares and the whispers as he walked in late, his tie hung loosely around his neck and the top buttons on his shirt were undone. Moses managed to find a seat somewhere along the wall after he picked a champagne flute from a silver tray held by a passing waiter. The look of disappointment on Theoâs face when she found him was enough to break his heart all over again, the last thing he wanted to do was upset her. âTheo! I am so sorryâ He apologised profusely but his words were heavily slurred. âAm I drunk? HmâŠi donât like lying you to so Iâll spare you the answer but Iâm here now and I guess I owe you a dance, right?â Moses heaved himself up off of the sofa and adjusted his clothing the best he could but it was clear that his night had ended before it had even begun.
theodosia's jaw tightened at his words. she wasn't sure what excuse that he could possibly come up with that would make her feel better about the situation. especially now knowing that he was sitting, trashed and embarassing her. "you are my guest," she hissed. theo looked around hoping that nobody was staring as he stood up. she was disappointed to say the least. she understood what he was going through to some extent. she loved the man and she hated to see him like this. however, she hated to have her reputation ruined just a little more. "i feel sorry for you," she whispered. "you look," she shook her head. she took the champagne flute from his hand putting it on a passing tray. the girl turned away from him, "you cannot wallow in your own pity hoping that she'll come chasing after you. it's pathetic. you have everything else in the world you could want."
indiekings·:
phoenix had never been so busy in his life. heâd been pretty well known before but being apart of the NFL was a entirely different ballgame. he figured at some point he would get used to the paparazzi but the only thing that made any of this better was the fact that charlie was with him. the moment she spotted them, she began doing her thing and he couldnât help but laugh. âmy goodness youâre a dork.â he teases. his fans loved her and truthfully, the paparazzi probably did too considering they get much better and usable pictures out of him ever since sheâs been around. nix stands tall, one hand behind his back and the other extended out to her. âcan i have this dance?â he prompts, in a terrible british accent.Â
charlie had a big goofy smile on her face as he extended his hand to her. "you may," she nodded proudly, giving her hand. she stepped in close to him resting one hand on his shoulder and the other stayed intertwined with his. the girl began galloping towards the car. the paparzzi couldn't get near them due to their wide movements. they just got pictures, that made them both look goofy and in love. giggles escaped charlie's lips as they made their way to the car dancing but as soon as they reached the car she let him get in first, "thank you, thank you. toodaloo now, off you go," she waved the cameras away before climbing in after him. "thanks for the dance," she brightly at him.
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theo had waited for two hours for him in the lobby of the hotel. she figured he was running late. however, she couldn't wait any longer so she headed to the event. after running into her old family friend she had invited him, hoping that he would join her. it was something he was an event he was used to. it was a evening charity event, nothing wild. it was supposed to be good press, in addition to helping the community. she was walking around the event socailizing when she saw him lounging, charming whoever seemed to walk by. she handed off her drink, walking over to him. "i waited for you for two hours," she stated. her posture was strong, her hands folded at her waist line. "are you drunk?"
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Yâall remember what happens in looking for Alaska ?? Bc I didnât and now I do and Iâm not okay.
if anyone sees this, can you either reply or reblog and put in the tags whether youâd give up cheese or chocolate if you could only choose one? itâs for science.
- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts
â did you really have to be that honest? â â every time i see you i just feel more alone. â â you changed me. â â was this all just a joke to you? â â i donât want to know. â â can we start over? â â you make me feel so insecure. â â i donât know if i can love you. â â every time i wake up iâm reaching for you ⊠but youâre never there. â â of course it meant something! â â stop yelling! â â i gave up on you a long time ago. â â you think i care about you? cute. â â did you just forget about me or something? â â i still need you. â â i wanna say that thereâs still hope but sometimes things just donât go your way. â â you said you would keep trying! â â no, you ARE strong. â â you promised me! â â fine. youâll never see me again, okay? â â i gave you everything i had. â â your eyes can be so cruel ⊠â â i can never do anything right can i !? â â i want my life back. â â stop crying. â â you should go. â â donât come back. â â does hurting me make you feel good or something? â â just stop it. â â i was never in love with you now leave me alone! â
sunflwrdrms·:
ignatius had learned very early on to never disrespect a woman, and especially not one you still have love for. so even though he was very heated, not only from their argument, and the unresolved feelings, but also because he had just told her to not call him â baby â . he took in a deep breath, his hands coming up to press against his eyes lids as they shut. â what is there to talk about anymore, honestly, rosie ? â
rosie grabbed his hand, pulling him into a more private place. "what do you mean what is there to talk about?" her eyes were wide and pleading. "we can figure it out." she wasn't sure if they could. she couldn't pin down what was wrong with their relationship so in turn it would be hard to figure things out. "i want to," she laid her hand on his chest. "i want to figure things out," she begged. her watery eyes looked up at him, "do you not want to?"
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