#parxmour

[sunbeamsmilcsarchive]

@parxmour

"Y'know, if you want to see me naked you can just ask," the brunette chuckled, raising his eyebrows at the other. "Or, y'know, my ass is quite literally all over the Internet. Not to hard to find, if you're shy."

[spookyrejects]

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[motiivations]

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VERONA: ...I miss you.

[tcnights-blog]

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@parxmour.

LENA: i thought showing up to a halloween party dressed as wednesday addams would be a pretty original idea LENA: obviously like five other people thought the exact same thing LENA: save me please this party sucks regardless

[duothcist-blog]

tbh, ur great. that's about it. you're really really amazing, friend !! & i missed you.

BITH I MISSED U SO MUCUCHCHCHCHCHCH ILY BITH

[lonely-outcasts]

parxmour

--"I'm sorry I'm really trying to pay attention, but my energy level is dangerously low. Black Friday shopping intense. Remind me to never do that again."

[homwrckr]

It was a regular Tuesday morning for Miles -- waking up next to Fawn, taking a shower, and making a cup of coffee. He sat down in the dining room, skimming the newspaper and waiting for his fiancée to do the same. The contents of the newspaper were always bland, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Since crime was so rare, anything that happened in America was put in almost every paper. Last week, a man in California had tried to rob a bank which, of course, failed miserably, and that was the only thing that had happened in the last three months. Everything else was painfully local -- sport advertisements, obituaries, movie reviews -- even in a state like New York. There were reminders that the Purge started in three days on every page. Miles sighed. It seemed like he was flipping through the same thing every day. He looked to his right and noticed the blinds were crooked, which was odd. He stood up and walked over to the window to adjust them. Gently, he pulled the cord to straighten them out, but when he did, he dropped his mug. On the window, in hurried black spray paint, was the Goodfellows logo. Miles felt the blood drain out of his face. It was all there: the crown, the trapezoid, the numerals. He reached out to touch it, wondering how anybody was able to get to their fifth story window... and the paint came off on his fingers. Whoever did it was, at one point, in the apartment. When it finally sunk in, Miles ran back into the bedroom, yelling loud enough to wake Fawn up. "Fawn, did you do that? On the window, did you do that?"

[lovelyxlosers]

"– Well, I mean, I think we have to go there.. But then again, we could go there as well." Yeah, good explanation, Tristan.