Aug 14, 2015
stumble
✉ to brielle: iS UR DDADY STILL A CHILD✉ to brielle: DDID UR MUM FUCJV A CHILD ✉ to brielle: IS ur HOUSEHOFK MADR ON PEDO PHELIA✉ to brielle: SI UR MOU M A CHILD FUCKR
seen from Switzerland
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Australia
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from Azerbaijan
stumble
✉ to brielle: iS UR DDADY STILL A CHILD✉ to brielle: DDID UR MUM FUCJV A CHILD ✉ to brielle: IS ur HOUSEHOFK MADR ON PEDO PHELIA✉ to brielle: SI UR MOU M A CHILD FUCKR
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ok but do you have any spare pixie dust ?? i wanna join the mile high club, but like,without a plane
☻❤️
☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day
it’s not aris’ first wedding, and he’s certain it won’t be his last. having a father who’s connections stretched further then just man, it seemed it was inevitable that aris would be dragged this way and that to attend some kind of distant relative’s holy matrimony. each time he’d attend however, a similarity he noticed was how the groom reacted to the bride’s entrance. always, every time, it seemed, the groom was left in AWE, completely blind sided and more often then not left in tears. he didn’t get it, not really. for certain, the brides were beautiful, but even so they didn’t look like much to cry over.
standing at the end of the line, watching brielle enter his vision, he thinks he finally understands. watching her, taking her in, the entire essence of her. he can’t BREATHE. he feels weak in the knees, the sudden reality of it hitting him all at once. he’s getting married, and to the most wonderful, beautiful, most amazing girl he’s ever known. he gets an entire lifetime to treasure the one person he’s come to love so entirely with all he has, and he knows, just awaiting her, he doesn’t regret it at all. not for a single moment.
♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss
he doesn’t see it coming. the oncoming of her lips, and neither the emotions that come with. it’s a tiny thing, a peck on his lips and a chaste press, and yet his chest swells. it’s sweet, satisfactory, and a whole world of the unknown. sitting there, blinking in surprise, he wants more. he wants to chase that fluttering feeling that sits in his stomach, to keep it forever as ignition to his heart. cupping her cheek, staring into her eyes, he thinks maybe, just maybe, he can.
the star bc im lazy
fishcake from peterborough
