#; chat

[cate-eblanchett]

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That's very sweet from you, but are you sure? How old are you? Because you don't look older than 40. I could have had a daughter at 16 with my high school sweetheart, my own episode of sixteen and pregnant in the Prehistoric Era and everything. @rhseehorn

[naomiiwattss]

I have this feeling that you have something to share with your fictional mother, so... tell me. whatever it is... or why have you been so secretive lately? i barely saw you at cancún and i know it was some kind of honey moon for you and your gorgeous girlfriend and it kinda was for me too but that's a whole different story that maybe i will tell you after a couple of martinis. but tell me honey, how are you? am i imagining things? or do you have something to share with me? @paulakellyfms

[odditymuse]

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[vxctorx-archived]

@fxckingmoran​​

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  ❝——Why, Seb, don’t tell me that is your code for roughing up unfortunate individuals. Then again, the idea of having a personal henchman is beginning to sound rather appealing.❞

[redheadjew]

@ccartmann​

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  ❝——Shut up, Cartman! I'm spinning it again!❞ 

[advocateofheaven]

@melancholy-menagerie’s Corazon

“... how do your shoeaces keep coming undone? I thought I told you to double-knot them.”

[florencefawley-blog]

Since she joined the Order, Florence and Amos had forged a quick friendship. Ever since she first came over for a spot of tea, she found herself at Amos’ more and more often, making a habit of visiting him and his son, Cedric. So, after closing up her gallery, Florence made her way to Amos’ door, giving it a quick knock. She stood with a box in her hand and a small smile on her face which only spread when it opened. “Evening!” She exclaimed, giving him a small hug before walking in and finding Cedric, offering him a hug as well before picking her up in her free arm. “I brought some new tea. It’s blackberry sage black tea. It smells delicious.” @ofamos