#nat-pav

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✉ (tab)

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: I am so thankful you are way out of my league. I could fall for you so fucking hard.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: You are so talented, come to my shift sometime. We could do a special together.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: Your eyebrows are literally goals.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: Is it weird to say I have a big, fat crush on you?

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: You are the most hilarious person I’ve met. Literally wife goals right there.

[Text]: Hey, are you coming to FM today? Wanna get lunch after my shift?

[jfcjohanna-blog]

✉ (pey)

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: Okay, let’s get drunk and make out.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: I’m hungry. Let’s go grab lunch.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: I have a feeling you could kill me in my sleep. I like it.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: .Dude, I am losing it, my love life is a disaster, actually my entire life is. I know you promised no more alcohol. But do you mind coming over and not drinking with me?

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: I feel sick when I look in the mirror.

[Text]: I had so much fun with you the other day, thanks.

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✉ (nat)

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: You are freaking gorgeous, what the fuck?

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: Dude, I love you. But sometimes I wish you would just… stop asking. I know you do it because you care, but fuck. It’s hard to talk about it.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: Yeah, I’m hurting. I just… I don’t know.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: You are like the Hermione to my Harry (I instantly make mistakes) and that’s beautiful.

[Text ⇾ Unsent]: Dude, if I die, can you pretend to be my girlfriend at my funeral? My last dying wish.

[Text]: My back is killing me. I am trying not to take painkillers or alcohol. HELP.