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Ooc note on threading:
I haven’t forgotten about all of you. It’s just that I’ll be at camp (22nd of June) and I won’t have a phone or computer so.. That means I won’t be able to go on tumblr or talk to family.. I’m sorry to all the people I thread with. I love you all like family and please be safe❤️ Don’t replace me. ^_^ (I'll be back in weeks)
Your Heart Is A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist || Dex + Zoey
Dex stood at the corner of Broadway and 62nd street strumming his guitar vigorously, his guitar case opened so people could drop in their spare change. He was sure that most who walked by didn't know the songs he was playing because either he or his best friend, Oliver, had written them but he didn't care. Music was one of Dex's passions, and he thought why not at least make some money off of it for his travels.
"Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist,/Keep on loving. Keep on fighting./And hold on, hold on,/Hold on for your life." Dex sang as he strummed rhythmically at his guitar. After a few more moments, Dex finished off the song and looked up to see a beautiful brunette watching him. Dex brushed it off, use to people watching him when he played.
hislittleredbirddd replied to your post:I ate a bunch of fajitas and this guy at the bar...
omg same thing happened to me except I was eating pizza 0.0 I FEEL YOU!
TWINSIES, but literally I was just chowing down on chips and fajitas and he was just staring.
