anyway hows yalls day going

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anyway hows yalls day going
i think maybe it’s my fear of intimacy that makes me enjoy secret relationships so much …
“how many oranges have you eaten this week?”
“what day are you running away this week?”
“are you objectum or not?”
“why do you mental crisis every night?”
uhhhh
I can't believe I'm being introduced to Hugh Jackman at the ripe age of 20.
Found an old cheap heart locket i bought and lost a bit ago. I truly will never change
love how all my mutuals have meticulously organized tags and i simply click,,reblog and leave chaos in my wake
@crimsonmalice , “have you lost your mind?”
comfortable enough within his skin ... under her gaze. lie does still form across his tongue. pressed against clenched teeth. “ uh , no ? ” the tone of voice with which her question has been posed is his safety net. he’s not met with brute anger. or disappointment at the hour which he’s climbing through her daughter’s bedroom window. ( more like crashing through. ) it’s concern. the kind shown on a daily basis when he stumbles into her kitchen , hunger etched into his skin.
" the front door was locked. ” on the defense. he shifts the blame to a new development. locking the door at night , after a sweep of the grounds , had been his job. the nights when going home hadn’t felt like returning to his father’s shop. “ and i wanted to check on mal first... ? ”