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❛ ------ it’ll keep me up. ❜

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#barbieish #ᴠ. — « i need someone with a soul ╱ v. undt »

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“NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRY , SOME THINGS CAN’T BE HIDDEN OR ESCAPED FROM .” he’d seen “through” her immediately . sometimes the “prettiest” things were the most COMPLICATED . (and , oh , was this one complicated .)

#barbieish #* / DREADLESS ANGEL. / MAIN VERSE. / ACT II. FURY.

“I used to pretend I was sick when I had a test in school.”

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#barbieish #* main verse.#the most scandalous thing he's ever done

@barbieish met some friends of mine ! ( greeter starter. )

he didn’t play anymore ( that brace on his knee being the evidence why ), but he still liked to watch the practices. made him feel like part of the park county lions again. the weight of the metal bleachers startles him, and he arches a brow, looking up from his phone. ‘ — so you’re the new kid, huh ? ‘

#🡢 stories like playground rules. ( in character ! )#🡢 you'll never go pro. ( south park | v001A : park county high school. )#barbieish

Agreeing to help Juliana pack up her shit was proving to be a SPECTACULAR mistake. Every single thing Jesse picked up had some kind of meaning behind it. A memory. Seemingly ARBITRARY items would elicit such a POWERFUL emotional reaction that Jesse had trouble keeping his tears at bay. Looking around him at the room filled to the BRIM with bittersweet memories and collections of nostalgic anecdotes, he began to feel almost SUFFOCATED, surrounded with reminders of a new and painful wound. Jesse sighed.

He stood from his position on the floor in the living room and looked over his shoulder at the open door to his -- no -- THEIR bedroom, at the half-empty moving boxes and stacks of movies and music that they were DEFINITELY going to fight over. He didn’t want Juliana to leave. But if she couldn’t trust him, how could he expect her to STAY?

His body seemed to move on its own, as though it were controlled by some UNSEEN force. Jesse felt like he was watching his own life through two feet of glass, standing by idly while someone else moved him to the doorway of their bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe, staring at the back of Juliana’s head for a few seconds before speaking. It was hard to look at her.

“I, uh... I finished the kitchen,” He’d finished it hours ago. Didn’t know why he so DESPERATELY wanted to speak with her. It was too quiet in that apartment. “You need any help in here?”

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#AHHH I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #im sorry this took me so long #im the worst #<3 #barbieish