happy brithday to the birthbae
BIRTHBAE IM CRYING UR SO #SMOOTH CRISSY THANK U FOR UR MESSAGES I REALLY LOVED IT
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happy brithday to the birthbae
BIRTHBAE IM CRYING UR SO #SMOOTH CRISSY THANK U FOR UR MESSAGES I REALLY LOVED IT
happy birthday dahling
thank you crissy <3
send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours (hinny so i can die tbh)
They had been drinking firewhiskey all night, there was neither rhyme nor reason for it, just sometimes when the nights got so quite and dark it was all they could do to make their demons for rearing their ugly heads. Soft music played throughout the night thanks to a charm Ginny casted as they passed the bottle to and from. They talked about nothing, tried to find shapes in the stars and gossiped about Hermione and Ron, trying to find anything to latch onto that didn’t hurt.
After one silence that lasted a little longer than the others Ginny finally decided to break the silence. “Harry are we really just friends?” She asked, looking at him, illuminated by the stars and the moon. It was a question that she had wanted to ask for ages now but didn’t think it was the right time, not when they had friends and family to mourn, traumas to forget. If it wasn’t for the silence and firewhiskey she didn’t know if she would have ever asked it. “Because I’m a little bit in love with you, always have been. But you knew that, His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad.” She sang, jokingly. “But I mean it this time, not in a kid way anymore...Sorry if this complicates things.” She said taking one last swig of firewhiskey before simply getting up, without saying goodbye, and headed back to the barrow, to hopefully sleep through the hangover and embarrassment she would feel in the morning.
im sending u all of them but mostly blood orange ok be my maca(bro)ni
blood orange: do u want to share a bowl of macaroni
i would luv 2 share a bowl of macaroni with u, crispy
send me a colour
ur fave is problematique: cam
ur fave is problematic: cam
Teen Queen™
would make u flower crowns always
Dirty™
tries to initiate sex all the time
( prolly wouldn’t happen if her boyfriend isn’t rejecting her all the time smh )
specialises in: nudes during working hours
can be happy for an entire day over a perfect wing
gives compliments all the time n means them
‘i love ur dress!! how does ur skin glow like that it’s surrEAL’ aka ur fave girl pal of all time
that one honest friend who tells u ur boyfriend is a downright fuckboy
‘DUMP HIM’
if she had a band it’d prolly be called Mood Swings
can burn u w her sass in 0.03 secs
even flirtier drunk
epitome of ‘think i’m nothing so i act like i’m everything’
just wants 2 be loved
terrible at being alone
fights everyone who makes her people feel like shite
lowkey feels like shite
self destructive tendencies
not afraid to drag u n u prolly always deserve it
As an apology, In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep (fight me)
of course i chose the angsty one cause :-)
my vote goes for slyviapalths ~
crissy u are too good to me
want one?
LISTEN MARRY ME IM ALSO PRO EVERYTHING
AYYYY I would if I wasn’t already married to @ancwritingresources but I’ll totes adopt you! You’ll be in great company with @hailthehelpful and @thefabbestengineer (troublesome but good-hearted (except kael) children)