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[retractedrequiem]

From here.

Kenny sucked in a dramatically loud gasp. Immediately, he leaped at Stan, hands pressing down onto his shoulders and expression oozing gossipy glee. “Who? Tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell me, Stanley!” He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, consequently bouncing Stan with him.

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[footbawl-blog1]

“ promise me. ” / from bebe !

MISC. SENTENCE STARTERS  \  ACCEPTING.

  he  crosses  an  x  over  where  his  heart  is,  “  i  cross  my  heart  and  hope  to  fly,  stick  a  taco  in  my  eye.  “  

clyde,  even  though  it  would  never  happen,  refuses  to  make  a  promise  where  he’d  die  or  stick  a  needle  in  his  eye. 

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@scmefriends | Warmest part of the winter

      Kenny gave a vague shrug, teal eyes seemed to be vacant from his body starring away from the person he was talking to.                       “It’s all about ascension I guess.”                                  He spoke a bit otherworldly, he was absolutely dissociating and just trying to listen in on the conversation he was apart of. 

      “Heavenly bodies make us fight usually.”                       Kenny muttered the second part of his sentence before quickly looking down idly noticing that he had scratched his leg.   It wasn’t bleeding but it sure seemed nasty and red.                                    “Oh gross.” Was his only response to noticing the scratch.