#hhhahaa

[brimmingwithcuriousity]

hey. Hey. What time is it for you. Hey

tttwooo thirtyyyyy?

[lunarecord]

Things to draw on your fridge door to ler your family know youre okay

[battleitems]

I POSTED THAT TO THE WRONG BLOG ADIOS

[royalreality-blog]

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[dahnhowell]

Sorry for the new followers who now discover crazy me

[jalapenopooper]

"Who has kissed more people" a contest. Bridget: 11 N: 3 Am i winning or losing because this is a strain.

[merithefaerie]

[veteratoris]

au--

fuck, shit, not again.

first of all, he hated the stench of this place. overly clean, like staff came in and bleached the walls daily, but stains of coffee on the seats and scuffed floorboards gave away how shitty it really was; as if to prove this point a disgustingly large spider hung dangerously close to his head from the leak-stained grey ceiling, sending a shiver down his spine. wonderful.

second, the fucking prick sitting at the office desk directly adjacent with her librarian glasses pinched down the end of her nose, giving him the most irritatingly condescending glaces whenever he looked her way. a couple of times the boy had tried pissing her off with a coy smile or a challenging raise of the eyebrows, but it was clear her only interest was trying to make him feel inadequate for being a typical teenage delinquent. good luck with that.

even though the cuffs dug into his wrists they weren't nearly as painful as that fat cop's cheekbones against his knuckles. now he just had to wait here like a damsel in distress for the most embarrassingly stereotypical drunk uncle to show up and get him out of this mess for the-- he'd count on his fingers if they weren't behind his back --third time.