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DEAR READER
Janaina Medeiros
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sheepfilms
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Stranger Things
Keni
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izzy's playlists!
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Jules of Nature
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
d e v o n
trying on a metaphor
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"Evan Rosier is dead!" His father shouted, his cane coming down onto the floor harshly.
Silence is what ensued next.
Barty stood there grin now dropped. Realization settling into his chest constricting everything.
And suddenly his heart was gone. Ripped from his body.
It felt like his lungs were being squeezed by rose vines.
Evan was dead.
Rosie was dead.
"Who?" Was all he managed to get out.
"Moody. It was fairly easy. Pathetic really."
In a second Barty had his wand to his throat, his eyes are cold. No more light grinning or smirking.
"Hold your tongue. Or I'll take it."
Barty's father stares at his son before nodding.
Moody was in for a certainly cruel death. Oh yes not even the devil would be able to save this man from his son.
This man had plucked the rose and was now getting the thorns.
Reblogging this because I'm still proud of it
Reblogging this cuz my kid is kind of amazing 😘
There are trenches carved into my mind.
I have never heard the boots ring, nor seen the field smoking.
And yet my mind is drowned in trenches, bombs, bullets, and casualties.
What kind of war could be justified against a child to leave such carnage?
What crime against the future of humanity did the mind of a child form to justify these wounds?
Why is there a thousand yards behind the eyes that have never even seen the sea?
Ever door slammed is like a firework to a veteran.
Every shout like a car's backfire.
I am left with the wounds of a war I was too young to ever win.
Mm maybe it's time to get lost in a new world....
HIIIIII
Hiii
reblog to give a girl in need an unlimited supply of blueish green oval shaped tablets with b imprinted on the front and 8872 on the back
If I start crying in class I can NOT be held accountable
So glad we picked you up and took you to get macaroons then! Love you 😘
I think I may or may not have hurt my mother's feelings but I'm trying to watch my movie on a big big screen 😭
Meh I was more bummed but I understood! 😊
OMG U GIVE EFFIE WITH SIRIUS VIBES
ask bela what this means
No need. I know who they are lol
I LOVE U MUMMMMMMMMM
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HIIIIIII IM TALKING TO U RN I LOVE U
I love you too.
