//fxddleford for that url talk thinger if that's alright?
this is kinda. rlly quiet probably i wasn’t. eating my mic like usual.
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//fxddleford for that url talk thinger if that's alright?
this is kinda. rlly quiet probably i wasn’t. eating my mic like usual.
❤ //fxddleford
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
“You did what?!” //fxddleford
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“Come on, are you gonna help or not?” Stanford was not in the mood for the older man to lecture him, especially when his brother was in trouble. Granted, it was his fault but he didn’t know that if you poked the flower enough it would release a gas that knocked you unconscious.
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“He’s so tiny, like have ya ever seen this guy?” Stan motioned to the top of his chest, grinning. “Like seriously, this tall. I’m scared for this guy to do any kind of jogging let alone do the stuff that my brother and I do on a daily basis.”
He put down his drink, now using his hands to talk. “And he’s so nervous all the time. Like, he’s got great shit in his brain but it’s like he’s got too much of it an’ he doesn’t know what to do with it.”
Stan hummed, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe he needs a journal like Lee.”