
titsay
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
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KIROKAZE

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almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
$LAYYYTER
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosimo Galluzzi
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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will byers stan first human second
dirt enthusiast

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins
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Softness is not a weakness. It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.
"I told you," the boy glanced up at the other then back down. "I don't want to go to into the water. Not now. Not ever. Don't allow the occasion where I stop using words."
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~starter call~
also plot invitations but u kno
"Hey, you know what would be a good thing to do right now? Shutting your mouth."
"How about you make me, fuckface."
Keiran was in no mood to beat around the bush. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it before placing the stick between his chapped lips. "Do you always have to have some- thing in return?”
Eyes followed the unlit cigarette until it reached his lip and she wasn't sure whether it was from longing or disgust. When she began speaking once more, her eyes downcast - as if she could avoid the desire for a smoke herself. "Yes. Can't ever really expect anything else from me."
Keiran glanced at the female while chewing gum. “So, are you coming with me or are you picking your boy toy once again?” he asked, allowing a frustrated sigh to leave his lips.
Tilting her head slightly, she gave the male a scrutinizing look. "That depends, doesn't it? What have you got to offer me today?"
really considering going multi-muse again because this is boring
The whirring seemed to get louder and louder the more he listened to it. The tools being used in the building. He didn’t know how to get rid of it. It was starting to over- whelm him, that is until he heard a voice. Soft. Calm. Curious, yet compassionate.
“… The sounds.” He murmurs, trying not to concentrate on the ringing in his ears. “It’s annoying.”
The sounds. He was hearing sounds. Technically, the stranger couldn't be schizophrenic if he heard sounds. That was her first thought. The most logical idea present was that his nerve impulse were being mirrored. Maybe. It depended on these sounds.
With a cautious and gentle voice, she talked to him again. "What kind of sounds are they? And... can I do anything to help?"
She belongs to me. It might not be obvious, but she is mine. Touch her again and die.
Paradise Lost (via hautechelon)
i really want some verses/plots going for them.
you’re either on my side by my side or in my fucking way choose [ w i s e l y ]
The ringing in his ears, high-pitched drill whirring, all too familiar sounds that the boy did not enjoy.
”No no.. make it stop. Please. Just.. make it STOP.”
the girl watched as the person in front of her talked to himself, unsure of what was going on. "make w h a t stop?"