#bruisedwars

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bruisedwars replied to your post:  { I know you’re a f r a i d.                    ...

;sobs, i’m having so many greenberg feels rn

{ omg i'm so sorry i didn't mean it }

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Dear Diary,

Sometimes, I do that weird Edward Cullen thing and watch Violet sleeping, but then I feel weird and shit. But it's just that I can't bare to be away from her. She breathes so delicately, like a little lily pad. And she told me that she'd like me to turn her. And I think the thing that I'd miss the most if I did turn her would be seeing the rise and fall of her chest, because it's just so rhythmical, and she's just so gorgeous and fluent in all that she does. I'm smitten with my little kitten, and I love her so much. I might turn her, if she's one hundred percent sure. And I might take her to France, and Italy, and Australia. She deserves the world.

~Katherine.

[stilesetumbrasumus]

Spin.

Send me 'spin' and see what you get.

4th Person gets: A Date

"Guess we're going out, Harmon." 

[delirantpetrovaa-blog]

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{☤}—-She’ll just nuzzle her face into her girlfriends neck, her nose nudging at her jaw as fingers nestle into her hair. “S—Stop teasing.” She’s not serious though; Violet could tease Katherine all she liked. 

[puritatems]

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love you

[stilesetumbrasumus]

Confess.

Send me 'Confess' and my character will tell you one thing they find sexually attractive about yours.

"I like your eyes, cliche as it sounds." 

[delirantpetrovaa-blog]

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{☤}—-“I sometimes wonder what sort of vampire you’d be. Whether we could be girlfriends forever if you ever turned.”

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[ With white powder specks scattered around the area surrounding the board after he had finished rubbing his hands together, he reclined back into the wooden chair that was situated at his desk in his new classroom. He hated cleaning the whiteboard. It was a unnecessary task for his hands would be covered completely with a thin white layer and if he had the unfortunate bad luck of brushing them against his clothing, that tended to be black, he would be scorched with white markings.

But it was a task he had to for the lazy imbecile of a teacher that had taught this class before the summer had left the board covered with markings. Being assigned the new history teacher wasn't something that he had wanted to do, he had wanted to teach a less demanding subject such as Music Tech but there was no vacancies and he had the qualifications for History. It was a new school year and he was now waiting for his first class. ]

               "   This was going to be fun."

[ He grumbled as his fingers rubbed his temples. ]