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Cosimo Galluzzi
styofa doing anything
almost home
Peter Solarz

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Xuebing Du
RMH
YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sade Olutola

ellievsbear
Not today Justin

Andulka
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@mountainblood
howdy, y’all.
hey.
ignore this, theme stuff.
ignore this, theme stuff.
ignore this, theme stuff.
I firmly believe there does not exist her equal in the world. I know from experience we were formed to make each other happy. I have not the least expectation that I can now ever know happiness again.
Mary Wollstonecraft’s widower, William Godwin in a letter to his friend Thomas Holcroft regarding her death. (via pearls-and-petticoats)
FILE : OPHELIA
“Oh, it’s probably for the best. I was a difficult teenager anyway- unbelievable, isn’t it?” She murmured, linking her arm through his. She couldn’t recall Miller ever mentioning a sister in the past. Truth be told, there were a lot of things they didn’t know about each other. But that didn’t seem to matter.
Inside the diner, Ophelia shrugged off her jacket and slipped into a booth by the windows. “Have you ever come close to getting married?” She asked softly, as if it would be a secret between them.
Arms linked together , he smiled . A difficult teenager ? NEVER . He was sure she must have been the VERY IMAGE of cooperative . All sweet smiles && obedience . No one would have a bad word to say about her in public .
Where Ophelia slid , Miller did something more along the lines of COLLAPSE : His body hitting the vinyl with a thud only somewhat concealed by the padded surface , fingers instantly riffling through the multi-colored sugar packets on the table , just for the fun of it . “ Only once officially , ” he replied , stopping his story just long enough to flag down a waitress and order coffee .
“ I was seventeen , she was nineteen . A friend of my brother but we all grew up with her . Long story short , I socked her in the mouth , she accused me of diddlin’er kid : it didn’t work out . Then there was a girl in college , Henri . She was great , dated her for three years , but we both knew it wouldn’t go anywhere . She was more LIKE YOU than she was like me . Her parents let me stay in there lake house during the summers , it was nice at the time but I’m fairly sure it was just because they knew they wouldn’t have to put up with me for long . There was another pointless longterm relationship in there , but that one was fuckin’ garbage to be perfectly honest , like even I had to say WHAT THE FUCK at some of the shit that girl pulled . And then there was Ella . She was only a few years back . Would have married her , but I think she would have DIED before taking me up on that . ”
Quick as a whip the walking uniform returned , steaming mugs in hand . “ How’bout you ? Is this guy the first ? ” The French toast looked good . Maybe it was that sort of day .
Alexander Skarsgård as Perry Wright in Big Little Lies (2017).
FILE : GABE
It seemed to quell him enough to stop his rambling. Pleased with himself, he sat up a bit straighter. “I appreciate that, really do. But, TBF, you’re ‘bout as social && lively as Gran’s ashes at a birthday party. So, really, I ain’t SURPRISED.” despite that, he blew the man a half-assed attempt at a kiss. “You’re buyin’ your main bitch lunch, right? Could go for a slushie.”
Miller thought that bringing a departed loved ones ashes to a birthday party , or ANY EVENT really , would be VERY lively , thank you very much : But it was hardly worth arguing over .
“ I wouldn’t let my main bi nope , CAN’T DO IT AGAIN . I’m not callin’ you that , but THE POINT IS ; Slushies aren’t lunch , or any other meal . I’ll buy you somethin’ , but it has to be REAL FOOD . ” From main bitch to actual child in under a minute . Impressive .
FILE : OPHELIA
Soft head came to rest contentedly against his shoulder, a peppermint sigh passing between her lips. Worth getting up early for, she thought. It was certainly the most memorable wedding gift she’d received so far. Hard to top such a unique and thoughtful present.
“Fruit cups? Please, I get all my produce from silver platters.” She murmured low, playing the spoilt rich girl for old time’s sake. “Let’s go to a diner, I want pancakes.”
Catching their reflection together in a shop window, her lips curved into something approximating a smile. “Look at that, we could be family,” she noted, “I could’ve used a big brother when I was younger. Where the hell were you?”
Pancakes . The building they were approaching looked like it could do pancakes well enough in fact , pancakes were probably the ONLY thing they did well . “ Terrorizing the sister I already had , probably . ” Surprisingly enough , TERRORIZING may have been a bit of a reach . Considering the sort of brother he COULD have been , Miller was practically an angel to the little thing .
“ What year were you born ? Like ... NINETY-FIVE , somethin’ around there ? ” God , everyone was getting so old . “ I’woulda’ been too old to be a good big brother anyways . Sorry , kiddo . ”
Friendly reminder that your muse does not know my muse's secrets unless it's plotted and logical for them to know it.
Seriously, it is one of the quickest ways to kill an rp.
@trashdominus
me: gets on this blog just 2 reply to miller
:))))) i’d like to thank the academy
When you see someone with the same mobile banner as you :-/ like I don’t CARE, but I also don’t want to look like a big’ol stealer-pants.