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[ stefan walked into the kitchen, seeing sam at the stove. he walked up behind him slowly, wrapping his arms around his waist, once sam was in his reach. he pressed his nose against the back of his neck inhaling his scent slowly. stefan was a little more than addicted to sam's scent. especially with the blossoming smell of spring. the smell of the life that was growing within the hunter. with a smile on his face, the vampire sighed a little. ]
"Hey."
guiltisms replied to your post “dick hunters.”
what are dick hunters
someone who only ever wants in your characters pants.
[ guiltisms ]
"I'm fine, I'm fine...
Just a couple bruises, is all."
guiltisms replied to your post: ive been 16 for like 80 fucking years...
ur a loser. —xoxo, a 19 year old person.
um ur rude im blocking u :-//////
ihatethisplanetx replied to your post: ive been 16 for like 80 fucking years...
i remember when that was me…now i’m going on twenty three and i’m like rEWIND REWIND THIS SHIT I WANT OFF THIS RIDE
like 17
would be fine
not this unholy 16!!!!!!
what's the definition of true friendship? driving to your bfffl's house, which is a hour and a half drive, at 3 o'clock in the morning just to kidnap her and go to Mc'Donalds. Go to Mc'Donalds and they don't even have food food, just breakfast, but then again it was 5 in the morning, but still I wanted a mc chicken. Then you run out of gas, you two go to the gas station and then the clerk pulls in at 5:30 and tells you they don't open until 6. Then your phone dies, and like a dummy i didn't bring my phone charger. so you go back to your friends house and you watch drake and josh and meet her guinea pig, who you're probably slightly terrified of. and after about a half hour you go back to the gas station, your friend pays half on your phone charger, because you need your phone on to use the gps to go back home, and then you put gas in the car using your card, then when you try to use it again it won't let you. then you take your bffffffl back home, and then you take your ass back home, which takes a hour and a half. you do all this without having your license on you, and driving to and from you have passed about 5 state police troops, not to mention the police car you drive by when turning the corner to get to the street that leads you to the other street that your house is on. and while all this happened your aunt did not wake up once and ask where the fuck you are. point of the story? i'm a bad bitch, and a hella friend.
guiltisms cause yea you're the featurette lol ♥♥♥♥
pain is a strange thing. sometimes it is a kick to the face, a gun to the gut; other times, however, it is a subtle stinging in one's rib cage, worsening by the second as it left untreated. at the moment, it is an amalgam of both — perhaps the worst kind of pain one is doomed to suffer. optics make a quick inspection, a head to toe of her own body; the world they live in is as strange as the notion of pain itself, for however real the sensation may be, there is always the possibility of her own self not the immediate source.
like all creatures left ignored by the higher's benevolence, there is nothing that mars her skin. no scarlet liquid, no protuberance upon the surface of her complexion. nothing. which then therefore leads her to a conclusion that has her running, running, following no map but instinct. no grid lines does it possess, no coordinates either — but it is more credible than most systems, for it leads her to whom she wants to see. (dear god, please god; i've already lost enough family.)
❛ SAM ? SAM, WHERE ARE YOU? ❜
( guiltisms. )
