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✐ Amira. ;)

➊ an everyday note

silas,so you’re probably in class or something right now wondering what the hell the piece of paper stuffed in your textbook is, but just know i didn’t rifle through your stuff, i just slipped it in the first book i could find :) i just wanted to leave you something to make you smile while you’re dealing with the bullshit of your peers. don’t let ‘em get to you. you’re better than that, and better than them. you’re more than you know you are, and gentler than you think. rise above it, there’s love behind those green eyes, i know it. just kill them with kindness, you can get through this. just know i’ll always be waiting with an extra coffee and a shoulder to lean on. perk up, curly, you’ll be done with these losers before you know it :)<3amirap.s. i ate your granola bar, sorry >.<

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imnanamused

#a friendly reminder from sam that i should go read#this book man

READ IT

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"Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants." [blake]

"Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants." 

"I — um, what?" Savannah stuttered over her words, her eyes widening as Blake spoke, shaking her head gently. She knew something was wrong, he would never speak to her like that if he was sober. He knew her history, knew how things like that made her uncomfortable. He would never purposefully make her uncomfortable. Savannah peered around the boy in front of her, her stomach sinking at the smell inside of his apartment, and the other man sitting in his living room.

"Blake are you high?" She hissed, her eyes narrowing, darting over his face. "You reek," she coughed gently, shaking her head and taking a step back from him. So much for spending the afternoon together, she thought to herself, sighing inwardly. It wasn’t his fault. She was fully aware that he smoked, and she’d never explicitly asked him to stop. It was something that helped him, and she’d only asked him not to do it when she was around. And really, she’d surprised him by dropping by, he hadn’t been expecting her.

Savannah sighed softly, shoving the bag of cake pops she’d stopped to pick up into his hands, offering him a half-hearted smile. “I’ll just come back later. Or tomorrow. Or something.” She muttered, ducking her head, tucking her hair behind her ear and turning away from him.