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gwen: send me a life in candy crush so i know it's real

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gwen: send me a life in candy crush so i know it's real
❝Hey. How high do I look? Are my eyes really red?❞
Kate didn’t want to go outside the dormitory because it sure would mean being pointed out and laughed at but, at the same time, her room was starting to feel claustrophobic. Everything in it reminded her of a life she would never have again. Her aunt’s letter, her mother’s email, her covered mirror. She held the small golden cross in her necklace as she walked in the campus, carrying her sketch book with her. Protect me from all evil, Protect me from all evil, Protect me from all evil. Before, this would give her some kind of comfort. But now... she felt empty, terribly, absolutely empty. Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee; And I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment, But most of all, because I have offended Thee, my God, Who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy Grace, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen. Her vision began to blur as more tears flooded from her eyes and she walked faster, barely realizing someone was approaching her. No, please, no, no, let me go. Please.
“Wanna hear a joke? It’s pretty great, if I do say so myself.”
❝I think I’m about three caramel chocolate bunnies too deep.❞
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Victoria: OK who THE FUCK went into my room without asking?!
Victoria: im missing things, and i s2g i will personally tear the person(s) responsible a new asshole
“I’m tired of this, why can’t things just get better?” Jhon says to himself, almost whispering.
“Whoever invited the name morning sickness has clearly never been pregnant. It last all day! All day!”