Dec 24, 2014
rogermerrydaltrey said: its like a compass Julia I can't fjdkskhahah
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rogermerrydaltrey said: its like a compass Julia I can't fjdkskhahah
rogermerrydaltrey said: I wish I could provide for you like that tbh Baby, you can do so much better than him without that, really.
hotcommunist said: !!!!!!!!!!!!!! rogermerrydaltrey said: I want…………. Honestly it's all I want... Just a cute girlfriend I can buy cute dresses and stuff for and I can wear matching shirts and jackets with her. Please.
[I'm Roger, alright?} ✉ and ϟ
✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
[ text ] - roger you left your nasty dippity do shite at my flat
ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
Lightning struck the sky, flashing a white light into the dark living room of Roger’s home. The electricity had gone out and the two were reduced to candlelight, the thunder rattling the silver streaked windows of rain. Pete had borrowed the car, leaving the singer and bassist alone to their senses with no way of leaving the house. “If Pete gets inna car crash becos’ of th'storm, I’m not goin’ out to collect his mangled dead body. We’d be carryin’ him home t'Karen in a li'le box labelled Pieces of Pete.”