I hate when an entire day top to bottom is thrown in the trash due to my disabilities
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I hate when an entire day top to bottom is thrown in the trash due to my disabilities
Reading Psycho Circus
So who was going to tell me about chapter 15? (Spoiler below)
goodnight chat my head hurts so bad
This what I look like right now 😿
.。° ✧ me quedaron mis dos discos que conseguí en taller, y venía queriendo pintarlos hace ratito
Muestro la idea :)
Caline stood at the end of the plank leading to the boat, glancing down at her screen showing a text from Luka. She turned it off before making her way on board, wiping the tears that had unknowingly fallen the few seconds she stood there.
She stood facing the door of her lover, wondering if they even want her here. She pushed the thoughts away and knocked, receiving no reply gave a warning knock before opening the door. "Arka?"
Any noise she heard before had vanished and in the center of the room, leaning against the base of the bed was her lover. A cloth was in one hand the other was wrapped around the neck of an unopened bottle. Caline slowly made her way closer, crouching down and gently taking the bottle away. One glance at the other hand and she could tell it was a shirt, she didn't mention it or the bottle as she held her hurting lover in near silence, mumble small "I'm here"'s over and over till they fell asleep.
*screeching intensifies*