Dec 16, 2013
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your muse receives: a kiss
{"The best I could do at short notice."}
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your muse receives: a kiss
{"The best I could do at short notice."}
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{Thank u fellow Peter thank u much<3}
¥ (Sup)
Send me a "¥" if you stalk my rps and blog.
okay i need to compose myself.
WHAT you are perfect and I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO I’M LIKE ??? we should plot sometime yep.
i stalk you too tho so this is okay.
"No one can hurt you now."
"I cannot say that I disagree with you there, my friend."
"That looks painful."
Eyes filled with bitter content turned to the boy, holding her wounded shoulder with her opposite hand. Taking a step back from the boy, she sucked in a pained breath. "Thank you for the observation, Pan."
Never say goodbye.. {leader-pan}
⊰ It was a extremely cold winter night in London. Like any other, really. Wendy Darling sat in the room that had served as her and her brothers nursery once upon a time. Nana, rather old now Sat by the the girl's bed.
But the Wendy-Bird was not sleeping; she was wide awake. A book resting on her lap. Beauty and the Beast. How appropriate considering the conversation the English flower had just had with her snooty aunt..
"You shall come to live with me Enough with these dreams!"
"Peter Pan is real "
"Foolish girl! You are to be a woman and a woman cannot waste her life away in her childhood home. Pack your things We leave in the morning."
"Why won't anyone believe me?!"
Thinking back on it; she detested the idea of ever living with her proper and posh aunt. The woman would try to marry her off as soon as possible. The Wendy-Bird had not grown in height since she was twelve Standing at five foot three. However; the childhood fat melted away, leaving sharp cheekbones and plump, rosy lips.
Was it { bad } that whenever she looked at her body The girl wanted to cry?
Sucking a breath of fresh air into her aching lungs; Icy eyes trained on the windows in front of her; Wendy let out a soft cry.
"I do not want to grow up!"
Seven customers have entered the ice cream shoppe
"Good afternoon!" Juno chirped, smiling at the new customers. "What would you like to order?"