"The little pink plus sign is so unholy.." (this is the one I meant to send you lololololol sorry)
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" What do you mean?"

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"The little pink plus sign is so unholy.." (this is the one I meant to send you lololololol sorry)
JUNO STARTER MEME { X }
prxncessxx
" What do you mean?"
Dark cravings (no regrets)
Send “Dark Cravings” For My Muse’s reaction to Yours Dragging them into a Dark Room, pinning them against a wall, and kissing them along their Neck.
A deep moan, deliciously breathless in nature if only as a direct result of his back being slammed against a nearby wall, was the sole vocalized response to her dominating motions; unsteady palms blindly reaching out to take hold of thinly concealed hips, the sculpted structure of a stubble laced chin ascending to play witness to the barely illuminated ceiling above; his shift of position providing the blonde with unlimited access to the heated flesh of his lengthy neck.
Rational thought evaded him, enriched lashes sought out the freckle dusted complexion of cut-glass cheekbones entirely of their own accord and where he should have been establishing physical distance between their forms, Bellamy only acted in a way that would have his companion molding herself against him; each press of feverish lips to perspiration laced skin flooding his system with tremors of pleasure that proved indescribably addictive.
Dear ex boyfriend (for Clarke from the Say You Do verse?)
Dear Ex-Boyfriend, I hate myself for lying to you. God do I hate myself for lying to you. For walking away when I should've stayed. We had it all planned out once, didn't we. We went from hating each other in the months after you moved to town, to what most people would call a budding romance. But we were young and stupid. We thought that love would solve all of our problems like some real life fairytale but we both knew that's not how life works. I left, and I wish I hadn't. But if I'd have stayed, we'd have both been stuck forever in that stupid town working dead end jobs. We'd have been horribly stuck, but sometimes I wonder if being stuck and married, would've been better than being setting each other free and living out our own lives. God I love you, I still love you. Even after walking away, and even now as I'm getting ready to go marry some one else. I love him too. Or at least something akin to love, I'm not sure if it's in the same way as I loved you, or if it's a lust based on feelings that I've tried to bury. I miss you, almost as much as I love you. And even though it feels like I'm betraying you like I'm stealing every tiny piece of trust you've ever offered me by going through with this, I need it, because maybe this is what it'll take to make me stop thinking about the way your lips felt on mine, because even now. I still miss the way you used to kiss me. And the way I could wake up next to you and lay there for hours. Damnit all, why do I have to be doing this now? I'm sitting her in my wedding dress, writing a letter to my ex-fiance like an idiot child with a crush she let get away. Probably because even now years later, I still have that crush. But I can't keep living in the past like I want to, and it's time for me to let you go. We were kids and what we had was special, but we don't have it anymore. Clarke.wxshless, prxncessxx (tagging you for obvious reasons)
Stalk x 10000000
Send me “Stalk” if you are a proud stalker of my blog.
*Showers you in love and mutual stalking*
STALK
Now look here you. I know you stalk me. In the past week just about everything on my blog has been for you. :) Not that I expected any less. You have an obsession with me.I have an obsession with you.We're like the real life Chuck and Blair of the world.
*mercy kill meme*
He'd never really been one to be afraid of much.In fact he prided himself in his lack of fear in mostsituations. But he couldn't help but stare at the scene before him for a few seconds trying to come togrips with the fact that Clarke was lying on the groundblood pooling around her, struggling for breath. "Damnit, Princess. You had one job."This wasn't the time for jokes, he was a mess, her bloodon his fingers, as he pulled her close to him, trying to keep tears from streaming down his face. He'd never thoughthe'd see the day when she'd be one of the dead. "Everything's going to be okay. There's no way in hell you get to die without my say."What good was being called King, if he couldn't protect hissubjects? His next movements were quick and deliberateas he rose to his feet, laying her down on the grass, lifting hisgun and putting a bullet through her head. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."
;;Desperately seeking the Chuck to my Blair. That is all.