Jun 25
hooo boy guess im leaking my ocs to the public.
this is dylan. please comment your assumptions about him i wanna see what you can guess based on his appearance before i explain him more on my fancy new blog that i havent made yet
seen from Canada
seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Italy
seen from Russia
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from China
hooo boy guess im leaking my ocs to the public.
this is dylan. please comment your assumptions about him i wanna see what you can guess based on his appearance before i explain him more on my fancy new blog that i havent made yet
the concept of the sharks losing to a hatty two times in a row.
son Son always rememeb.. 1+1 =2222 Ok now I’m going to make dinner for you and your father❤️ I’m going to SLAVE AWAY in the kitchen
THIS IS CYBER BULLYING. THEY CALL THIS CYBER BULLYING. IM CALLING THE POLICE ON UOU. IM REPORTING YOUR ACCOUNG
gonna be writing my fuckin belaothed in this chapter. look forward to it. i'm a hater for one fictional man and he's in this chapter btw. i will writig him so lovingingly i promise tho. you'll never know i actually hate him. you're not ufcking ready
You could do better at school but you just can’t be bothered
You’d say your sorry but you’re just too cool
You know the prettiest girls yeah we’re funny and talented
The only problem is we all write songs about you
I’m afraid I’ll be writing about you forever.
That for the rest of my life, you’ll be what’s on my mind. That you’ll be what makes me feel sick, creative, longing, angry, miserable and young again. (Not all at the same time. Maybe some at the same time.)
That for the rest of my life, you would get sole credit for every beautiful thing I write or paint, that you would forever be stationed at the backend of my brain, discreetly but steadily in command of everything that goes. (Even when we knew each other, you always seemed to have that effect on me…)
I’m afraid no amount of shitty, beautiful, cringey art I make can get you out of my system. I’m afraid you’ll be my secret to keep forever.
Modern romance is like ‘you broke my heart now I can’t post an Instagram story about the band you told me about that I ended up really liking because then you’ll know that I still hold a part of you’ or something like that
one of the boys in my favourite band sounds just like you when he sings. i rewind his parts over and over so i can hear your voice again. even better, so i can hear your voice singing something i want to hear.