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[ryan-almost-gosling-blog]

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Monday night, Ryan was writing an essay about climate changing for a class when a knock on the door woke him up from his searches. “it’s opened” He said out loud when a familiar face peeped inside, he smiled greeting the girl as he passed a shirt on. “What’s going on?” He inquired as she came in and explained she had read Leaves Of Grass, the book he shared with her. Apparently there was some part she didn’t get, and weirdly to him, it had some importance since she needed to discuss about it with him. “Sure... well...” He sat on the bed, taking the book from her hands, going directly to the pages she noted. He read the part and nodded.  “Alright, actually... you don’t have to take it as seriously, it’s very metaphoric. I mean, we actually don’t know what kind of relationship Whitman had, but a lot of searchers say he might be bisexual or pansexual you know... Here, you see, when he talks about the cold...” He pointed out then noticed the girl zoned out. “River?” he tilted his head. “Am I boring you?” He chuckled then the girl apologized, scratching the back of her neck, explaining she didn’t sleep well and her shoulders hurt. He paused then after an awkward silent proposed to massage them. He walked around the bed and placed his hands on her skin, pressing her shoulders lightly here and there. He felt her tensing,  moving under his ministrations. And suddenly, she remembered she had something to do and left with a sorry and a smile. Ryan rose a brow, sighed in confusion and finally shrugged. “Girls...” 

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(from Ade) ↖

Finally back here at school and the first thing to greet me is the smug face of that annoying ‘perfect princess’ Adrianna. One thing I have never been more certain about - I will never get along with that horrible excuse of a human. When we met... God we were so young. I remember it though. Her mothers came over, welcomed us to town, it was obvious they hit it off right away with ma méres. And they had this little girl with them. She was pretty, and shorter than me, and she seemed nice. When we were told to go play together in my room, I’ll admit, I was excited. I had already made a new friend in my town. I tried to show her how to play videogames, tried to show her my drawings. God our temper tantrums turned to fucking stand offs when we were younger. She would want to play house, I would want to play Playstation. She would want to play with girl toys, I would want to play with ‘boys toys’. Regardless, we still got on okay. Acted nice in front of her Mamis and ma Méres... I did admire her. Once upon a time. In a way I looked up to her. She was kind of what I wanted to be - pretty, confident, hardy, and unafraid. But now? All I could admit is that I’m disappointed that she let her personality drift into something that just hurts others that she thinks are ‘below her’. Well done, Ade. You grew up in Lima Heights, you own the school, you’re better than everyone, well after this, no one will give a shit about you being little miss popular in HIGH SCHOOL. God, she could have been such an amazing leader, and an even better friend to so many people. I tried. I’m not going to ever deliberately treat her terribly, but if she has a temper tantrum because I ask her to mind her own business, I’m not going to let her think she owns me. We’re in a boarding school, living away from our families. Time to grow up, princess.

[eowynmanning]

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21st of August, 2015

This is not a journal. This is far from a journal. But here I am, with the craziest thoughts and I feel like I need to write it down or something. So, this other day I was having a girl’s night with both Aer and Rives. We were baking and there was frosting and flour everywhere, making the whole kitchen a mess. Aer left the kitchen to clean herself up, which meant that River and I were still left in the kitchen. I smirked at her, ready with a joking remark, and then I noticed her do something. She was licking frosting off of her fingers. I don’t know if it was something I imagined, but I felt like she was staring right at me. Eyes darkening with all kinds of secrets, which should only be whispered in the dark. Everything happened rather quickly. I felt her grabbing my arms, pinning me down to the flour covered table. Her lips pressing against mine, hungrily. Kissing me as if it was her only way to breathe. It lasted for a while, but then she pulled away. I was whining, longing for her body against mine. Instead, she ripped my top off, before removing her own. Her mouth hungrily meeting mine, before trailing small licks and bites down my throat. I moaned, suddenly feeling her fingers under my thong, teasing me profusely. I heard her constantly calling my name, and I was brought back to reality. Aerith had come back and I suddenly felt very, very wet. So, I just hurried to the bathroom, leaving the two behind. I kind of feel fucking bad for fantasising over my DJ Brow’s girlfriend. Who’s the worst friend in the world? I’m the worst friend in the world.

With guilt, Eowyn.

[eowynmanning]

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