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cntdestroy replied to your photo: honest to god knock me out.
holy…. shit
is that a bad holy shit?
🌋
I think you’re cool because you’re Chucks BFF.
one thing you'll NEVER try in the bedroom?
butt plugs. just no.
what was your first time like?
Awkward and ended sooner than expected.
🧠 x2
I can sing along decently to Korean songs.
My least favorite wrestler of all time is Hul.k Ho.gan.
starter for Esme @cntdestroy
Sydney had had an incredibly long day. It was only early evening but the fact that she had been up since 5 and barely stopped or even slowed down all day had her feeling like it was much later than it was. She had been looking forward to showering and scrubbing all of the car grease off her hands that had built up significantly over her morning-long search for the source of the car’s leaking brake fluid. After that she thought she might watch the travel documentary she had taped on her TV the night before and go to bed as early as the multiple cups of coffee she had consumed earlier would allow.
Instead, she found herself knocking on the door of someone she presumed was a complete stranger. She knew logically that she could have just thrown the mail with Esme Song’s name on it away or left it in the mail room but the perfectionist in her hadn’t allowed her to. She would have preferred to have just stuffed it in the correct mail slot and been done with it but the one in question had already been completely filled, likely with advertisements, menus and catalogues if her own mail box was anything to go by. And there was the small matter of the word urgent stamped across it in bright red ink. She made an attempt to wipe any trace of how tired she was from her face and knocked, deciding that if no one answered she would just try and slot the piece of mail under the door.
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⚡ // tug my muse’s hair .
drizella widened her eyes at the sudden movement, and she let her head fall back a little, before she quickly pulled away, turning on her heel to look at the girl. it hadn’t hurt, but it was something that she did like done to her, so she cleared her throat. “that was rather unexpected, why did you do that for?”
‘ that's just another lump of coal i'll bury deep in my dungeon of sadness next to my daddy issues & ballerina dreams . ’
@cntdestroy / esme !