“You know, half th’ time, I don’t know if you invite me out t’harass me or d’flirt.”
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“You know, half th’ time, I don’t know if you invite me out t’harass me or d’flirt.”
newtrashers
“It’s that time ‘a’ th’ month again,” Stephen started, “where I ask y’t’delete that dick pic I sent’cha ove’ two years ago...”
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headcanon fact: Though Aaron is Stephen’s best friend, Stephen trusts Lawrence with more of his thoughts and feelings, though she belittles him and judges him hardcore. Mean, judgmental women are more familiar to him than supportive dudebros.
After thinking it over for a second, Stephen said, “Y’know, Sid, this might be su’prising, but uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
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SAVE ME
WHATS WRONG
ARE YOU ALRIGHT
newtrashers replied to your post: people have pages on their personal bl...
//*cries because i have over 50 on mine*
yeah see mine would be the same way
i might just put my active ones on there but also i don’t want people in my real life following my rp blogs
so where... would i put it...
maybe i’ll just make a separate blog for that
the order: me, newtrashers, camillelafaye
While Camille finished up a phone call in the car, Stephen headed upstairs and unlocked the door to his apartment with a paper bag of groceries cradled in his arm. Instead of ordering out as he and his lady normally did, he promised to cook her something Russian--that is, once he could find the miniature cookbook his babushka sent him to college with.
Flicking on the lights, he noticed a blonde bob twist in the corner of his eye, and as if she’d just appeared on his sofa, Lawrence was staring him in the face.
“Holy shi--” He nearly dropped his groceries. “Lawrence? What’re... what’re you doing here?”
newtrashers replied to your post:when you get an idea for a new muse and just brain...
i feel that on so many levels
u get me bro