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Rip TLE Lily Evans you would’ve adored Liz Phair ✊😔 seriously tho “exile in guyville” is her album.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Holby City Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe Characters: Serena Campbell, Bernie Wolfe, Robbie Medcalf Additional Tags: Massage Class, Potato faced men, Mild Homophobic Language, mild non-PC language Summary:

Serena gets dragged along to a massage course and gets ditched after the first week.

Bernie gets dragged along to a massage course and gets ditched after the first week.

Will they meet, and more importantly, will they rub each other up the wrong way?

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The language of high school could be called Ohmig*d since just about everyone says it a hundred times a day. But I can't say it, even as a name, because I think it's so unfair to G-d. It's not like He's sitting around Heaven spitting out ohmijosie every time He loses his keys or His computer crashes.

Love and Other Foreign Words by Erin McCahan

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A Love Story; by Dakota Wint

"Love. At this moment there is 7 billion people in the world. Some are deep asleep escaping reality.

Some of them are falling apart searching desperately for what

only few truly find. Some of them just want to feel.

I will always remember the summer I fell in love.

The leaves were full of life and flowers fully bloomed. Your perfume blowing swifty towards.

I never believed in love at first sight, but there you were.

I will always remember the warmness in your eyes.

The smile that would light my world. The fire inside.

The empty nights, wondering if you’re deep asleep. Wondering what love really is.

Love is realising you’re not perfect and that the world isn’t perfect. But in the midst of all the chaos you find someone

just as imperfect and just as scared as you. It’s the tired and sleepless nights after a hours fighting and waking up

in eachothers arms like nothing happened. I will never understand what it is inside of all of us that makes us fight so hard for something that hurts so much.

Love is a bittersweet pain. A constant reminder. A content sadness. A curse we’re blessed with. Beauitful and ugly.

They say time heals everything but love and the heart have a habit of waiting around waiting for somethings its never gonne find.

Love is the music found in a silent night. The first thought in the morning.

What is it that motivates us to keep going? Is it the same force that keeps us wishing we were somewhere in the past?

You know its funny that its the little things you remember. How perfect your fingers fit between theirs. Their goofy laugh. The kiss at every red light.

Its funny that there is 7 billion people in the world and its you. Its you that I will always remember and always cherish and hold close and dear to my heart.

I know it wasn’t perfect, but we gave it our best. It might be too late to tell you all this, but i miss being wrapped in your arms. The feeling that there was no place else

in the entire universe i’d rather be. The feeling like I belonged there. I find strength in the thought you miss me too and that our hearts are still connected.

I like to think there’s a place

where all of our plans and promises we made are still alive.

And every now and then I will close my eyes take a walk down memory lane and hope to see you there. Even though you’ve moved away and moved on, you’ll still always

be the best of me. You taught me how to love and you will always be the shooting star at night, the sunrise through my blinds, the lullalby that helps me fall asleep

You will always be my summer and you will always be my love.

Sincerely yours,”