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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@sadisticdetectives
I think I'm going on a semi-haitus.
Stuff's being going down in my life for a couple of weeks. I don't know if I can face the pressure coming off this blog right now.
So, yeah. I'll be popping around, but only when I feel like it. Real life and my state of mind's gotta come first.
My (very hot) flatmate always calls me a good girl and my God does that hit my Daddy kink hard.
//did you see my starter?
Yes, it's in my drafts. If you'd look at at my blog, you'd see that I haven't done any drafts in a few days.
I'll get to it. But the more you rush me the less I want to do it.
Sasan titled his head and looked at Elliot with this mock adoration. He did feel flattered, but his urge to tease was still too strong. “How sweet— Now I know I wont ever die along if I get my face shredded off somehow. This kind of makes me want to go out with you no matter how ugly your drapes are.”
'I can't believe you choose dates based on their goddamn drapes.' Elliot huffed, sinking down further in his chair.
[text]: Your smile. I miss it.
[text]: I have a smile? :P
[text]: You know how to cook? I’d like to see that.
[text]: What, just because I'm a redneck cop means I can't cook? I'll have you know my barbecued pork is the best this side of Texas.
Dinner at 8 | Anna & Thomas
She giggled softly, “You’re probably better than me,”. Anna usually ate lunch at cafès and such, and often went out with clients for dinner. “My brownies are good though-” She shrugged and leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table.
'Everyone's brownies are good. They're brownies.' Thomas teased, putting the plates in the sink. He could do the dishes later.
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Gleep.
I changed my password again. Hopefully it won't happen again