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[dreamofmalaysia]

Anyone knw this vandi name

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[i-wasnt-paying-attention]

is it bad to want to just beat the shit out of like people

[helleska-blog1]

An Incredibly Honest Talk With Eoin Loveless from Drenge | NOISEY

this is so beautiful

hey bestofmolly read this

[i-wasnt-paying-attention]

me: so what do you want to eat? we had stromboli

gay bff: i wonder if i could insert a stromboli anally

bff of female: its been .02 seconds and already you're on about your virgin asshole

[vegandeliasmith]

Chillin’ wiv dinonosaur. Our snapchat stories are in a right state ;)

[thesweetlyfe]

catsweaterprincess said: lol what the fuck

I don't even know

[hopewithoutstardust]

Hey gurl where you goin? Cos I will follow you to WHEREVER.

omg "wanna move with me?" "TO WHEREVER" haha

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get out of here okay

want this?

[thesweetlyfe]

Short Story I wrote

does anyone know any good sites to post them? Because i feel bad for posting it all onto one post on tumblr. Until then here's my short story that apparently a lot of people like, including the heads of the english department at Fairleigh Dickinson University (my dream school :3) *click read more*

            Prompt: Write a short story about feeling like a stranger in a familiar place with the opening sentence “He saw her from the bottom of the stairs before she saw him”

Run

By Mark Hernandez

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs before she saw him. She turned and looked down at the sound of him entering the stairwell. He saw the look in her eyes and felt a twinge of sadness. Something was missing from them. He searched those green doors that led to her soul for something, anything that would signal that she would let him back in to let him take her hand and run away with him again, because without her everything was different. The world became de-saturated. Flowers wilted. The song carried on but with a sadder, lonelier tune.

            She tried with no avail to try and figure out why this dark haired man was staring at her so intensely. Did she know him? Maybe in a past life or something. There was desperation and heartbreak in his eyes. It made her want to cry, she could tell that he was heart broken “but from what?” she wondered. She felt uneasy. He was breathing heavily, there wasn’t much time before they’d catch up to him and he couldn’t lose her. Not again. He made his way up the stairs, his heart beating like a bass drum in his chest. She was different. Something has happened to her, she doesn’t remember him. He parted his lips and let three syllables slip out.

            “Emily?” He asked.

            “Yes? Do I know you?” she answered. His hear shattered

            “Apparently not” he muttered half to himself and half to Emily. He offered a weak smile to her before passing her in the stairwell.

            IT was weird. She knew she had seen him before, but she couldn’t remember where exactly she did. There was a faint memory in the back of her head. A dark haired man taking her hand and saving her from danger. She felt a memory coming back but it was hazy. It couldn’t be…could it-THUD! Suddenly the door at the bottom of the stairwell flew open. The memory Emily stared to remember faded quickly. Men started to pile in and shout the man’s name. He looked down at the men that were starting to rush up the stairs, then to Emily. Time was running out and he needed her for the world to feel normal again. She he rushed back to her, grabbed her and said

    “Run”