If I see any happy couple on my way home I’ll throw my backpack at them. I’m fully merging with my hater energy😭😭😭
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If I see any happy couple on my way home I’ll throw my backpack at them. I’m fully merging with my hater energy😭😭😭
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bully a my candy love fan. what are they gonna do, cry over the lost love interests?
Javier experiencing the five stages of grief c. 1899
📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry
Somewhere in the apartment that Valera’s come to call home, there’s a small notebook stashed away. Most of the pages are filled with repeated letters, practiced over and over again in an unsure hand. One could be forgiven for thinking that it was the workbook of a child learning how to write, if not for the name ‘Valera Swifte’ printed poorly on the inside cover.
Among the many sheets of practice letters, words, and short sentences, there are also a few brief attempts at some longer writings. The penmanship is the shaky and uneven scrawlings of someone unaccustomed to writing, and even besides that, there are plenty letters that are turned backwards or even upside down. Not to mention the spelling. Oh, gods, the spelling…
The first of the undated journal writings reads:
The lady that – (The name looks like it’s been erased and rewritten several times before finally being scribbled out angrily when she gave up on the spelling, leaving only a capital ‘P’ partially visible) – hired to teech me to reed and rite sed I shoud try to rite sum in this book for practis. She sed practisin mor woud stop me from turnin my leters bakward so much. I think shes full ov shite, but shes nise enoff so Ill try, I gess.
I dont want to make her mad at me, anyrode. If she givs a bad ruport on my lesuns, that chokobos ass of a man woud probly fir me. Even thow the lesuns are boorin and the work is hard and the boss is a reel basterd, I need the job and the muney. Soon as I got my dett payed thow, I am gone. Tired of alweys bein at the murcy of kunts like him and Thorn with to much muney in ther pokits and no bloody hart in ther chest, but soon I wont hav to anymorr.
But til then, I gess Im stuk ritin in this stuped book…
- Val
(( @rpaddictsneedapply for the mention.))
The one thing I want from Thor Ragnarok is for Thor to show up at Tony’s place, no accusations just for him to sit at the table motion for Tony to join him and just asked “What happen.” and when Tony starts to play it off he goes “Tell me what happened, no half truth or plaything this off. I want to know your side of the story.”
Because I feel like Thor would have been team Iron, his whole growth as a character is essential him becoming a responsible and respected king of Asgard. He would have agreed with the accords and would have fought with Tony against Steve if he had to.
ooh do you have a crush??? tell us about them!!!!!
Haha… a crush? Me? Having crush? That’s a silly accusation to make, anon…
And by that, I mean that I 100% have a crush and I got it bad.
Like?? She’s so amazing.She’s talented as hell, absolutely stunning, amazingly kind-hearted. I didn’t believe in perfection until I met her.
She’s just so??? Incredible?? She makes my heart flutter and my stomach turn and I can’t keep the smile off my face whenever I talk to her.
She brightens my days. She brings me joy and warmth and comfort, even though we’re so many miles apart. I was in a rough spot when we first met but she made all that pain melt away. She never fails to bring me happiness, even when I’m sad. Just thinking about her makes me smile. She’s everything to me.
Though… why would she ever like me back? I’m me. But I’m content with just being friends. As long as she’s happy, so am I.
She will also probably see this so… Yeah. I’ll just slink away and never return k thx bye <3
"sick of seeing bloodymary everywhere" die. diediediediediedie. you do not exist to me.