#.... um

[seikibutai]

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[majestyrising]

me: oh, that dragon is pretty!

me: oh no, it has lore too.... oh.... no

[lovegracedself]

i just want someone i can devote my life to

[teenagecarsongs]

Girl sitting beside me just asked me how I'd react if my child told me they were gay...

[nvnyou2011]

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[houseofmcmories-blog]

{{ aeroplcnes }}

She'd thought she was being a good girlfriend by coming home early to surprise Demi. Her friend had cancelled on their lunch date, so Bri had spent a half hour shopping for not only herself, but for her girlfriend as well. She was more than excited to see Demi's reaction to the few shirts she'd picked up, along with the slice of cake she thought they could share. It was from one of those health bakeries, so Demi wouldn't feel so bad about a cheat day.

            She'd soon come to realize that the woman       didn't care as much about her health as it seemed.

Her lips pressed tightly together, she watched as Demi tried to explain the drugs to her, but there was no use. Brianna wouldn't understand. She just couldn't. If Demi was meant to be sober, then she should stay sober -- that was that. She got mad at Lacey for relapsing, so she'd get mad at Demi, as well. She deserved that, not only for lying to her girlfriend, but for causing harm to herself as well.

"I thought you were done with this shit." she muttered, dropping the few bags she'd had as she moved to the coffee table. She picked up the mirror without a word, then headed to the bathroom so she could flush the loose powder down the toilet, out of Demi's reach. She wasn't having any of this.

"Where's the rest?" she yelled as she placed the mirror on the counter, hands on her hips to simulate dominance. She was in charge here, not the drugs Demi gave into time after time. "You're going to tell me, or I'm calling your treatment centre. I bet they miss you there."

[tyrant-king-toru]

Um. I've reached bae status.