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Be careful out there friends, it’s officially “hey stranger” szn.
the links in your pinned are broken, seems you changed your url and forgot to update the links
yeah ik dw i’ll be fixing them soon 🙂↕️
Has he ever tried to persuade you to kill? He will. And it will be someone you love, and you will think it is the only choice you have. ↳ small gift for @writinghannibal
I keep a link to this video saved. It gives me such a nice feeling.
I think it's very sexy of you to keep going and improving yourself, and finding all that self-worth. You're moving forward and that's what matters. Look at you. You're unstoppable you absolute madman.
i’ll be home for christmas. @writhingstars
There was a time in his life where he looked forward to the holiday season. It brought him a warm sensation, one he has since forgotten. The magic of Christmas dwindled throughout the years like burnt out lights on an old tree. Now, it was nothing but a hassle. It seemed like it always took a bit of convincing on Stevie’s part to get him to return home for the holiday, even though they both knew he’d eventually cave regardless. There was nothing inherently wrong with his family, yet he always managed to have a bitter time when he was around them all. He did it to himself, of course. No matter how many times he was told that, he refused to believe it. Typical Luke - turn a blind eye to his own sabotaging.
The rumble of the train mixed in with the voices of the passengers nearly lulled him to sleep - or maybe it was just those few shots he took before leaving that did the trick. Sunlight flickered through as they passed familiar flashes of the snowy city they were returning to. Luke tore his gaze away from the window and looked at Stevie, not entirely certain if she had been talking to him or not. The man had a habit of zoning out when he was particularly stressed. Before he could get a word out, the overhead speaker signaled their stop was approaching. Holding back a sigh, he leaned his head back on the head rest and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’ll get us a ride when we stop,” he told her, knowing all too well it made more sense to just have Will pick them up. If Luke had to drag himself all the way to Connecticut for a damn holiday, he at least didn’t want to be immediately greeted by his not-so-beloved brother. His eyes opened and he glanced once more at Stevie knowing all too well she’d probably scold him for his childish behavior. Luke didn’t care. The man held grudges like no other. “Please tell me you didn’t ask Will to pick us up.”
Can't see the difference
Charlotte Fountain-Jardim in One Day at a Time