Nov 29, 2013
my boo
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my boo
lol i didnt its almost like a part two is thing bb
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Her eyes. Henley’s big on eye contact, and he likes the conversations that start when their’s meet.
my friends on here are the shit and i will give you all prada bags, hugs, that burberry prorsum skirt which is see through with the hearts underpants bit on the inside ad my love.
thank you really <3
you would be so good at isaac from teen wolf, um and probs mara you know her really well
I TRIED PLAYING ISAAC ONCE but canon characters freak me out bc there’s really no right way to play them and i felt v boxed in
noOOO mara is yours i would feel so silly she is your child not mine okey
[ three; entered the city ]
Garrett's just gotten done eating, and he's knelt beside a park bench, what looks like a blueprint spread out in front of him. It's an odd place to do it, but at least the wind isn't strong today, and he picks up his water, uncapping it and taking a swig as he furrows his brow. "Something's missin'... Do you think something's missin'?" Not everyone's into architecture, Garrett.
"I’m pregnant with your baby."
Henley has wondered what it’s like, really, to be completely devoid of thoughts.
It sets him off. But not the usual way; the throat-scraping, skin-reddening, heart-pulsing kind. This is different. He can’t do anything. Nothing. He can’t even breathe. Like he’s gone into shock. All he can do is stare.
He can feel his body heating up, though, and his stomach dropping down to the floor. He wouldn’t be surprised if his whole cardiovascular system escaped his chest in that moment, with the state he was in.
After a moment, something clicks, the dangerous part of him he prefers to reject. So he turns. And stocks into his room. And locks the door. And turns off the light. Everything feels so mechanical, he wonders how he hasn’t done this before.
If there’s anything past those few seconds, he’s yet to see it behind the fog underneath his eyelids.