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bxshee replied to your post:MY TAG’S BROKEN WHO TAGGED ME I HAVE THREE POSTS...

i di d a th in g im so rry

omfg what'd u do 

[washisanchor]

❝lydia       stop beating yourself up about this.    none of this was your fault, okay? this happens.❞ 

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bxshee replied to your post:somebody promise me that one day i’ll be in a...

is it bad my need for a allisonxlydiaxisaac 3 way is unbearable? like omgomgomg i just need him walking in and just :llll o h and then well i mean ur might as well here u could take ur pants off

HAS SPAZZ ATTACKS OVER THIS

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send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.ghost kiss ( closed )

                       you guys have been doing a dance that you don't even                       know the steps to for way too long. things have had a                       certain air of more ever since you went to france. maybe                       even before that, but, your obliviousness to it all made it                       less than obvious for you. but, once you were a continent                       away it was as if you guys spoke every single day. shared                       every secret. fell asleep on video chat sometimes, even.                        when you visit, you visit for her. you won't admit it aloud,                       but, you did. you miss her; maybe scott, sometimes derek                                                                          -------always her.

            but, both of you are stubborn. with your lips locked tight            to keep from saying any kind of admittance to thoughts            like that. sometimes you do get close; with actions rather            than words. 

                                  right now is one of those times.

                       she's got a few drinks in her. more than a few, even. but,                       accelerating healing stops the tequila from doing any                       damage to you. the placebo effect keeps you swaying,                       and you can swear you can feel your skin flush, but, you                       know you're not drunk. not like she is.

            there may be a smile on your face, but, the situation feels            tense. maybe it's because you're going back to france in            a few days. you made a home there, you say. and, it's not            a complete lie, but, your french still sucks and sometimes             you feel isolated. better than dying in beacon hills.

                 better than watching everyone you love die in beacon hills.

                       your throat clears when she leans against you, her cheek                       pressing against your collarbone. the immediate reaction                       you give is to take another swig straight from the bottle. at                       least it still burns while going down. the two you aren't                       adverse to being close, but, you can feel her breath                        tickling your neck and it makes you stiff as your head turns                       to look down at her. emerald eyes are looking up at you with                       an innocence that only the alcohol could bring out. it makes                       your breath catch in your throat, and your tongue dart out                       to lick your lips. some witty retort wants to come out, but,                       when your lips part there's nothing but silence.

                 you don't realize that both of you seem to be inching closer                 to one another until her breath is no longer tickling your                 neck, but, your lips now. it seems like the realization hits her                 seconds after you because her spine straightens, and she                 goes to pull away. its absolute reflex that causes you to chase                 her lips, just barely brushing them against hers before feeling                 the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight.

                       that was a mistake. you shouldn't have done that. you're going                       back to france in a few days. you shouldn't have done that.

                 so, you pull back, too. and, you swallow thickly before bringing                 the bottle back to your lips and taking the longest chug of your life.

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bxshee yo

Send me a url and I'll record voice saying the url along with what I think of them. ;

ew can you not? 

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bxshee replied to your post “cries because of allydia.”

i j ust wan t u to lov e me

... but i already do.

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bxshee replied to your post:someone told me that the giver came out 21 years...

i was born in 1993 and im 21 years old??????

goddamn youths. omfg.

[notdamagedarchive-blog]

“I’m not saying you should be sorry, I’m saying you should apologize.”

queer as folk sentence starters ( accepting )

❝you kidding me?❞

     he’s not even sure if he’s mad, or amused.     maybe just appalled by how right lydia thinks     she is in her argument. a hand comes up to     scratch at the side of his head, obviously     confused.

                           ❝i’ve got nothing to apologize for.❞