𝐴𝐹𝐹𝐿𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

my imagination is taking me { p l a c e s } its a celebration but i've been here mistaking someone for you see i fear no one but love is something i can't do with you you remind me of a pretty girl who [ broke my heart ] that tore my life a p a r t my imagination or maybe it's just what i've been drinking throughout our conversation and it keeps helping me thinking not just the one that you hating someone that i shouldn't hold onto so love is something i can't do with you...... written by kenadi. 19+

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the first time oliver saw the female in class he wanted to get to know her; become her friend, flirt with her, which would then hopefully lead to a date. but the girl paid him no interest, maybe it was because he wasn’t the ‘one girl only’ type –   every week he’d be taking a different girl on a date but all that stopped the moment he met this girl. it was the end of the day, the red head’s last class just ended and everyone had packed up and ran out of the room, including him. as he was leaving class, he saw her, removing a few books from her locker. “so…” the male began, walking closer, a small square box enclosed in his palm. “i don’t know what your friends have told you about me.. or my reputation but it’s not true… most things aren’t true.” he stood in front of her and opened his hand, revealing the box. he opened it and inside was a silver diamond ring, which couldn’t have cost less than four figures, at the very least. “it’s kinda obvious i like you…” he continued nervously. “and i kinda wanna take you on a date? you can breathe now, the ring’s just for persuasion.” he added humorously, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

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this is a tester post to see how shit looks when i post!

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her eyebrows raises slowly while her hands are busy with her french press, short tendrils falling down into her face. his question makes a small grin appear on her lips and for laughter to spill from them. “i guess you could consider me an artist.” marleny stops fiddling for a moment, reaching up into her cabinet for a couple of mugs. she’s barely been in this small town for a solid forty-eight hours, but she’s already heard the whispers about herself and devon. it seems as though this town didn’t have anything better to do other than gossip all day. “i’m not all that surprised that they think of me in that way,” her smile grows as she pours the coffee, handing over one of the mugs. “everyone around here seems to be on trend with cowboy boots and flannel. it doesn’t shock me that they’re not exactly… a fan.”

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   This was last resort at this point and everything in him told him to just wait it out until Dorian got back, but he couldn’t. Inhaling deeply, his heavy footed steps carry him out of his apartment and take him a few doors down to his neighbor’s. They vaguely new each other via cordial greetings whenever they got their mail. He felt most comfortable asking them than anyone else on their floor. Knuckles greet their door repetitively, before he backs up and clears his throat. “It’s Dali, just uh, saying hi and  — …i wanted to ask if you can use your bathroom.” Sucking air between his teeth he huffs. “Stupid ass plumbing, now that’s gonna be a pain for who knows how long.” He mutters to himself whilst idly pacing as he waits for them to open the door.

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———THERE’S A KNOT in her stomach, and it’s not entirely due to the fact she couldn’t get a hold of navid. it makes her head spin, and she’d never really felt this much stress before. maybe she should have just gone to sleep like she wanted to, or at least, like she tried to. marleny closed her eyes for all of thirty minutes before she was awake again, and stressing out. she tried to fill her mind with something else – she watched mindless late night television, attempted to defeat the level of candy crush that was giving her a hard time, and she even paced the length of the apartment in an attempt to keep herself busy. that’s when she found herself in the kitchen, deep into a pint of ice cream that wasn’t doing anything more than making her cold. she brushes her tongue against her lips, sliding her hands down into the back pockets of her jeans. one thing she wasn’t going to do was cry, even if she sat long enough to think about it. she refused to. her shoulders rose and fell again, biting on her lower lip as she though for a minute. her head shakes in response to his question. “no, i haven’t. i kind of don’t want to – it could have gone either way, and at this moment i don’t think it went in the direction i wanted it to.”