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'this girl is a wild one.' Kenzie Caverely. 17 Years Old.

[fcckfinn]

“Thanks, princess. Do you want me to turn around to show you or?”

[queen-kenny]

“Would it be horrible of me to say yes? I mean, it’s kind of--- Y’know, fuck it, I’ve never been much of a lady anyways.”

[btwconnor-blog]

“Here, c’mon, shotgun.”

[queen-kenny]

“Fuckin’ A. Let’s get wasted!”

[queen-kenny]

Text || the little shit <3

Oliver: well you see sometimes when a man and a woman love each other very much, they share a special kind of cuddle

Oliver: omfg yes he looked like he'd seen the gates of hell

Kenzie: ewwwwwwwww now I'm picturing them doing the do

Kenzie: thats what i call madonna's vagina

[olliewtf-blog-deactivated202004]

— I’m not sure if I should sing along, or keep laughin’ at your horrendous dance skills.

[queen-kenny]

Bitch, my moves are killer.

[pftblaine-blog]

“No thanks.”

[queen-kenny]

“Don’t be a downer, dude! C’mon, just turn up with me!”

[ffsdarian-blog]

“I — don’t know what you’re doing, but — You look cute so M’gonna let it slide.”

[queen-kenny]

“Dance with me, babe!”

[btwconnor-blog]

“Own it, bitch!”

[queen-kenny]

“This is m’fucking theme song!”

[queen-kenny]

Text || the little shit <3

Oliver: was drake on degrassi?

Oliver: the answer is yes

Oliver: bad ass rapper drake was on a wholesome canadian after school soap opera

Oliver: never forget

Kenzie: you're so weird, how r we even related

Kenzie: did u see that face Drake made after Madonna sucked his soul out of his body like some dementor from Azkaban

[queen-kenny]

“--Bitch better have my money! Pay me what you owe me!”

[fcckfinn]

“—Some old lady asked for my phone number earlier. She seemed sweet so I gave her the wrong number. Now I feel bad for the guy or girl who’s going to get a lot of phone calls and text messages.”

[queen-kenny]

“Can’t say I blame her. You probably have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

[queen-kenny]

Text || o p e n

Oliver: do you have a copy of bedknobs and broomsticks i can borrow?

Oliver: I feel the need to sing along to Substitutiary Locomotion

Kenzie: do i look like someone that would?

[yuhbrody-deactivated20151101]

“Woah, woah, woah. Where the hell is my bike? I left it right there. Who the hell touch my bike… You’ve ‘gotta be kiddin’ me.” 

[queen-kenny]

“Maybe you should lock it to something next time.”

[queen-kenny]

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[queen-kenny]

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[louiiweasley]

Marcus wasn’t happy and it made him even more annoyed when some bitch pulled him off to the side onto the grass. He didn’t bother to hold himself back, glaring at the girl who was standing in front of him, rolling his hands into fist and huffs. “She isn’t even worth the air that we breathe.” He stated. “That bitch should just die.” He said almost to himself, though it was loud enough for the other to hear. “My name isn’t buddy.”

[queen-kenny]

Kenzie rolled her eyes at the boy. “Yeah, I’m not stupid, I realize you have an actual name. But seeing as I have no idea who the fuck you are, I called you ‘buddy’, okay? So instead of bitching at me, when all I’m trying to do is help you, how about you just take a deep breath and tell me your name. I’ll start, I’m Kenzie.” She held out her hand to the boy, hoping he’d be decent enough to return the gesture, but she wasn’t holding her breath. The guy looked troubled, a look, Kenzie, knew all too well.

[kiidaas-blog]

“Yeah, you could say that. ——-Uh, sure.. uh.. — Don’t matter where I’m going, or what I do, I’ll always come back, I’ll always come back to you. And I’ve got this funny feeling, that I’ll be seeing you soon, ‘cause I’m coming home, I’m coming home to you..”

[queen-kenny]

“Not bad, kid. I’m Kenzie, by the way. Did you write that yourself?”

[nahcallum]

“— — Yeah? Well, you see, at the moment I don’t particularly care about this being your thinking place. I’m here right now and I don’t plan on getting up anytime soon. Willingly or unwillingly, you’ll just have to share.”

[queen-kenny]

“My, my, my. Someone’s a lil feisty I see. Fine, take my spot. You clearly need to get something out of your head. Or... someone, I’m guessing. Spill, pretty boy.”