i know she deleted her blog but likearxbberball
christianna is still a major douchebag and also likearxbberball was a lil qt
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i know she deleted her blog but likearxbberball
christianna is still a major douchebag and also likearxbberball was a lil qt
Aloe
I Dream of All the Lawmen Dead by Bonnie Parker(Bitterness)
There’s a feeling right before I fall asleep.I get it everynight,I feel I’m angry, wasting breath,while chasing down my pride.At night I sleep soundly and yet when I wake,Clyde’s there waiting for me, giving me a shake.He says “baby if you’re scared that ain’t nothin’ wrong.”but I refuse to let fear be my swan song.'Cause it sure ain't fear I loathe the most,it’s the lives we’ve dragged through dust.The men and women across the nationthat’ve decided to hate us.>I dream about his life in jailsometimes his life before.I dream of all the years he’s spent, and sometimes even more.I dream of the times I could spendclose within my grasp.I dream of all the lawmen dead,'cause they shot at us half assed.I dream of all the lawmen dead,not to save my own behind,I dream of all the lawmen deadfor what they’re doing to Clyde.
likearxbberball
"Go away lady, you look like a paparazzi. How did you find us anyway? Creep."
Somehow this lady had found Bolt and Penny's new home away from all the old fame.
May I RP with you?
//Of course you may, friend!
young outcasts // yonah and bonnie
& young bonnie parker;
Eight years old. Yonah was eight, when she saw her father dragged out of the house to be placed in jail. That wasn't uncommon in Enoch, not in the slightest -- even with the jailbreaks and the inmates flowing into the streets. Her father had barely done anything wrong by Enoch's anarchist standards, just stolen some food to feed his family, but Yonah remembered her tiny hands gripping the door frame as she screamed, Papa, Papa, and he screamed her name right back, as the burly police clunked his bare feet against the Middle Eastern sand and rocks.
Eight years old she still was, outside the prison, against her mother's warning. She sat there, sobbing profusely, her clothes in rags and her cold feet bare she waited and waited and waited for her Papa to come out. She would wait all night if she had to -- if she had to. He would come out. He would break free. To see his little Yonah.
But for now, she waited. Waited, if anyone would notice he crying little Cain-marked girl freezing outside the iron doors.
That Unmarked Hundred Grand | Bonnie and J.D.
J.D. had been living in New York for a few months, and while the city was ideal for his "hobby," finding a job was nearly impossible. So, he'd taken his gun, and pulled a hockey mask on over his face, and found the nearest bank to his cheap apartment. Robbery wasn't his main operation, but he could improvise.
He cocked and readied the gun as he entered.
"EVERYBODY ON THE FUCKING GROUND--"
He abruptly stopped speaking.
Everyone was already on the ground.