Oct 1, 2017
@iintegriity
“...So you want to wake the kids up for breakfast? Or should we just let the smell of bacon drift it’s way up the stairs?”
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@iintegriity
“...So you want to wake the kids up for breakfast? Or should we just let the smell of bacon drift it’s way up the stairs?”
@iintegriity
“I’ve been thinking... If it came down to it, during the coup, would you have been able to take the shot?”
[text]: You were yelling at the cops across the street saying they were at the wrong party
[txt]...I did?[txt]...well[txt] If I did then I was right.[txt] It must have been one hell of a party.
iintegriity
I’d like to thank @biofan from youtube for giving...
yes give me all the credit tonight. good. yes. i deserve muchness for shoving you into the “fuck it” mindset
It doesn’t take much, but yes, thank you~.
❝ One day, a man came to you and offered you a chance at redemption. ❞
“I’m not sure redemption is the right word, Major. Some called him a… bad influence. I like to think he brought me out of a world of black and white to show me gray with a hint of color.” The young diplomat crossed his arms, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in. “If you’re looking for him, you won’t find him here.”
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She hadn’t meant to get caught looking through the old folder of letters she kept from him, so when he walked up behind her, she couldn’t do anything but tell him the truth as she thumbed through another page. They were well creased, torn on the edges from her reading them over and over.
Glancing over her shoulder in worry only to relax at the gleam in his eyes. He wasn’t angry at her keeping them, at her reading all the angry and hurt parts of himself. Turning back to the letter she had out, she folded the paper with a gentleness that was unusual for how she treated most things.
Erin shook her head, a small fond smile pulling at her lips. “No, I like these. They’re real and they’re you. Your first thoughts and rambles, your anger and hurt and hope.” His affection and rage, things he showed to the world and things he hid away. “I would rather have these rambles than a letter that was read over millions of times so it was perfect. To me, this is perfect right here.”
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[text] Pick up your phone, damn it!