thosexfuckers:
"W-What?"
"I-I just-- I don't think that I-I can be a good--" He choked a bit on his own words. "I-I'm not a good per-person for you..."
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thosexfuckers:
"W-What?"
"I-I just-- I don't think that I-I can be a good--" He choked a bit on his own words. "I-I'm not a good per-person for you..."
Chase: so tired
Chase: hate jet lag
Chase: come cuddle m'finally home
Chase: bleehhh no sleep
Chase: spent all night editing
Chase: come save me, luke won't stop complaining about he can't get no strings attached sex
Chase: i wanna stab myself in the heart a billion times
"I'm getting really tired of all your excuses.. What are you really doing that keeps you from going through with all the plans we make together?"
{ghostsx}
"W-What are you doing here? This is kinda my house,"
{Themessedupbunch} Craig/Peyton
It was just another night for the drug dealer. Steal some drugs. Sell some drugs. Buy some food so he can get by. It was pretty sad that he was still pretty much living out on the streets on a day to day basis. After his mom had passed and his dad had disappeared there was nothing much left for him. The only thing he really cared about was surviving. People knew him. He stole stuff all the time and most hated him -- but the ones who really knew him adored him or feared him. It really depended on how they had gone about getting to know him in the first place.
Now he was just ready to rest his head. The castle that belonged to the king and his daughter and servants dominated the place -- but it made him feel content -- full of hope. One day, he would be living there in complete luxury. One day, he wouldn't have to sell drugs just to get by. He could be a good person and not do anything whilst being a good person. Yes. That would be the life. And every night he'd fall asleep to these thoughts -- these dreams and hopes and aspirations and he was content.
irene-rozanov replied to your post: Still up for that training session?
Sure, I train daily so it’s just a matter of altering my routine. What time is good for you?
After school?