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[shryks]

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        ❛ the overalls were better. i like that skirt, but it isn’t as cute as the first outfit. ❜

[unmiitigated-blog]

@heartwrote  //  josh 

          ❝   oh, HELL NO. the blanche impression is locked                up on hiatus until YOU tell me! you either sneeze                EVERY time you blink, or you get the hiccups for              an hour straight whenever you think about kavinsky.   ❞     it was nice, things getting back to a sort of NORMAL between them. back to stupid games of truth or dare and would you rather. back to sitting on the roof outside lara jean’s window and sharing music. back to FRIENDSHIP -- and he couldn’t have been more thrilled about it. now, things weren’t ENTIRELY perfect. it was progress, though.

[lostkiids]

     “WAIT!” she pauses to clip the strap on her helmet. maybes she’s being a little over dramatic now, but you can never be to careful. plus, she really just loves the fact that it gets on her sisters nerves. “okay, now i’m ready.”

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[sisterskindness-blog]

               you’ve weaved fingers into long hair,          braiding and releasing because it always seemed to calm you down. lj had become so reliant on you as the older sister that holding on to that line without overstepping into mother was always so difficult to maintain. you had been there for your sisters since day one, their rock, their anchor, a source of comfort during painful times and you had just gotten so used to holding on that you didn’t know how to let go.               “     lj, you can’t ignore me again. i ask you about peter and you leave! he’s not being bad to you, is he? i may be halfway around the world but don’t think, for a second, that i won’t come back for my sister.         “

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[kavinsky15-blog]

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“Come oooon,” he wheedled, his hands in hers tugging her toward his table. Okay yes, maybe his friends were a bit... much, sometimes, but they were good guys and he wanted her to get to know them. And besides, “Chris is off getting Subway, where else are you going to sit?” He asked, pulling out the puppy dog eyes. “What sort of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make you come sit with us while your friend’s away?” He lifted her hands to his lips, kissing the backs of them, his smile imploring and as charming as he could muster. “Please? They’ll love you, they already love you, it’ll be fun.”