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[chhvmpcnge]

◜sms◞ — open.

olivia: so i don't know how this happened

olivia: but i got like four times the amount of take out i ordered....

olivia: so uh??? come share with me?

olivia: bc i do not want it to go to waste.

[guyjung]

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GUY: so um.

GUY: you know the little like.... garlic and herb dips that you get with pizza?

GUY: do they need to be kept in the fridge?

GUY: like uh. if i happened to find one that's possibly a month or two old in the pocket of my hoodie.... it's still good, right?

[whyctt-blog]

sms to open.

WYATT: if like... hypothetically... there were SOMEONE out there with a bottle of liquor and a MIGHTY need to have a (slightly) intoxicated movie and pamper night... would you happen to be free???????

WYATT: it's just about 5pm on a saturday so if you say no i'm obviously going to be shocked & offended

[thcosawycrr]

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THEO: it took me 50 episodes of this entire love island season to realize these kids win $50,000

THEO: I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WON ANYTHING

THEO: was just sitting here thinking they'd win love... with each other...

[dcrothy]

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DOLLY: hey u know anyone who's tryna buy a fake id???

DOLLY: not gna need it but i DO need the cash

[sunnyizms]

imessage | open

sunny: what's a girl gotta do to get laid around here

sunny: oh.

sunny: that just... really sent to everyone. okay.

[livcnc]

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LIVANA: i hate the bachelor

LIVANA: every year i secretly hope the guy that proposes at the end gets turned down because SURPRISE the two girls actually fall in love

LIVANA: there was ONE bi girl on the show one season and everyone went WILD over it

[strcwbcrrywine-blog]

pain. it's been coursing throughout his heart, mind and soul for weeks and all the accompanying thoughts that have plauged his mind aren’t helping him deal with it either. he doesnt know how to handle it, doesn't know how to cope, doesn't know how to even fully feel. all he knows is that he wants it gone, wants the pain to just go away even if it's for just a night. so he goes to the one thing he knows will numb his senses. alcohol. he spends most of his evening in his bedroom, downing shot after shot after shot until there's only a third of the bottle of vodka left. it's then he realizes how hot he feels, the room he's in causing a thin sheen of sweat to form across his forehead and he feels trapped. after contimplating it for a momet, he stumbles out of his aparment, down the hall and outside. finding solace in the cold sting of fresh air that he's hit with the second he steps out of the lobby, lying down on the concrete in front of the lobby's door to let the cold surface of the ground creep through the material of his clothing, further numbing his mind and senses. he doesn't know how long he's out there, eyes focused on the sky, slender fingers still gripping the almost gone bottle of vodka as the sound of footsteps cause a slight giggle to pass through haeju's lips. "t's pretty isn't it?" he slurred out, eyes traveling over to the source of the footsteps. "the m-moon." he continues, pointing, sitting up to take another swig from the bottle in his grasp. "o-oh you're pretty too." he grins, patting the spot on the ground next to me. "join m-me please? i-i’ll share.”