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Like for a starter, booboos!
I'm working on all my replies and will probably get them all done by the end of the day. If you'd like a starter while I get to my replies, like this post!! 💜💝👌
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"Valentine's day. What a stupid holiday. And boring."
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❝If you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask.❞
The last place that the Cobain girl had ever expected to land herself was in an insane asylum. However the public had ruled her as delusional after she ranted how her father was a ghost and still resided in the old home. Her mother, being the ever so caring person she was, decided to send her off someplace she knew that she couldn't escape--Briarcliff Manor near Boston on the opposite side of the country.
Sighing the girl remained calm as the guards tugged her along in hand cuffs towards the recreational room. It stunk of piss and stale air in the windowless hell hole that the patients considered their freedom of the day. Taking a seat on a rusted old spring chair Frances gazed around. An annoying French song rang through the halls and it made her want to smash the player. Luckily she knew better. To get out she wold have to play along with their little games. What she didn't know was that nobody ever gets out of Briarcliff. Not alive, at least.
[ Mass Accidental Text ] : Don't make yourself too comfortable around here.
[ Mass Accidental Text ] : and i.e. this is because you touched my stash.