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+ reeva thatch ninety-two // wdu i can make us strong i'll be ｓａｔｉｓｆｉｅｄ if i 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 but the voice inside sings a different ｓｏｎｇ what is wrong with me?

[puppetwithapistol-deactivated20]

[sky-delinquents-deactivated2016]

protect this child

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[chillthe-fuckout]

i love airports and packing and the smell of a new city and hotel breakfasts and doing cute touristy stuff, man i love traveling

[roxilalonde-deactivated20251105]

when i say “i don’t like drama” what i really mean is “i don’t want to have my own drama.” your drama, on the other hand,  

[section8babe]

[wnq-writers]

People change and life moves on; what a beautifully terrifying thought.

Lynette Simeone (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

She loved like the sky, expansive, impossible, boundless. What a danger, to take away her freedom in love.

hushed-words (via wordsnquotes)

[deeplifequotes]

Once you learn how to create your own happiness, no one can take it from you.

Robert Tew (via deeplifequotes)

[2000ish]

[wnq-writers]

I refuse to die ordinary.

tenx  (via princessrpg)

[quotemadness]

When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word.

Ann Brashares (via quotemadness)

[skingifs]

[wordsnquotes]

I can’t afford to hate anyone, I don’t have that kind of time.

Akira Kurosawa (via wordsnquotes)

[reevathatch]

rylie,

“Hey, hey, hey– beating it up isn’t going to get it working for you,” to say she was concerned about the safety of Reeva’s phone would have been an understatement– between the almost vicious tapping and the stomp of her foot that seemed fueled by annoyance, Rylie couldn’t have been more worried about it dropping. Or being smashed by sheer power of will. Either or. “What app? Do you want me to take a look– show you how to get them off without you causing your phone some serious damage, maybe?”

“I’m not beating it up.” She shot back, easing her grip on the iPhone. She stopped pressing her finger against the screen, taking a moment to glance over at Rylie. The princess had half a mind to throw her phone onto the ground and never worry about it again, but she knew that wouldn’t be ideal in the long run. “It’s this stupid Telegram app. Someone in my World History class put me in a group chat and they won’t shut up. My phone buzzes constantly every 10 seconds and every time I leave the group chat, they add me back. And now I can’t figure out how to turn off the notifications.”

[reevathatch]

alfie,

“You need help there, darling??” Alfie asked, seeing the struggle radiate from her. “I don’t exactly know how this shit works out, either. But maybe together we can figure it out??”

Reeva’s nose crinkled when he called her sweetheart, the irritation she felt from the pet name only inflating her already growing frustration. “Don’t call me sweetheart. I have a name -- repeat after me: Reeva.” She spoke slowly, not bothering to look up at the unfamiliar voice. 

[reevathatch]

jessica,

“Have you tried googling it?” Jessica asked, looking over at Reeva. “ I usually find that to be the easiest way to figure things out.” she explained with a smile. “Like, that’s how I learned to stop wasting extra data. I just put it into Google and I know what’s going on.” she laughed.

“How am I supposed to google it if I can’t work the damn thing?” She snarked, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat. “I fucking give up. Screw technology -- What’s the point of it anyways? It’s just going to take over the world and destroy mankind.”