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stcrsixty7 liked your post:There’s this app where you can help a blind person...

WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!

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stcrsixty7 liked your photo

what the FUCK

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★ -–- nyhri ✨

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

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stcrsixty7 replied to your photo “— ｡ ✨ @thefcll’s extra ass follow forever (but not really)!! wow,...”

IM FUCKING SCRREAMING

SO AM I, I MISS U

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♡ ; nyhri

send ‘ ♡ ‘ for an aesthetic post for our muses’ relationship.

status: complete

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stcrsixty7 replied to your post:stcrsixty7 liked your post:soooo nyhri’s back to...

LMAOO I REALLY DID GET DUMB EXCITED SMH i’m so easily amused it’s weird i know????

bitch u truly did juss write me a full page analysis abt ur excitement i love it

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stcrsixty7 liked your post:soooo nyhri’s back to being a borderline...

i wrote this last night

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@stcrsixty7

Another day, another letter in the mail. His ex-girlfriend, the one incarcerated for arson and second degree murder. It makes his blood boil, but still he tears it open. The tatters on the envelope illustrate his anger, the same emotion that overcame him the moment they told him. Two years later he is still here, registering for his oral boards and living with his current partner. Everything has changed, and yet nothing at all.  “It’s nothing.” He calls out, reducing the letter to smithereens. “Just another scam scholarship. Nothing to worry about it.”