Sweet 16! 🍰
I’ve been trying to figure out what I should post for today, and I had the perfect idea come to me the day before, so in honor of my 16th birthday, I get to show everyone how obsessed I am with step squads!!!
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Sweet 16! 🍰
I’ve been trying to figure out what I should post for today, and I had the perfect idea come to me the day before, so in honor of my 16th birthday, I get to show everyone how obsessed I am with step squads!!!
I'm so wrong To let you in my home Now you know where I sleep (Never felt so damn weak)
The Weeknd - Twenty Eight
baked u a birthday cake <3
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(>🍰>) | | (<🍽<)
this is the party harry talks about in matilda 🥺
TWENTY-EIGHT | WESTISON
Weston had been a wreck since he got back from Iraq. It had been a year since he returned from duty, a disability stamp across his file. It was hard. He spent most of his days inside, asleep. Most of his nights were spent out. He had days where he didn’t leave his house, and days where he didn’t come home. Going back to civilian life was harder than Iraq some days.
Sitting on his couch wit a beer in hand, he blankly stared at the television. Trying to forget his nightmares wasn’t something he knew how to do. He continuously saw the face of a small girl, about the age of 5. She had caramel skin and dark brown hair. Her eyes had been filled with fear. He had completely frozen when by chance, she ended up in his crosshairs. She filled most of his nightmares. He had seen her around the city, sometimes alone, sometimes with her mother. He had no idea this would be her fate. At least not by his own gun. No one around him even batted a lash. When he started displaying suicidal tendencies, he was shipped home with nothing but the scars of his birthdays past, the marks left on his body from shrapnel across his shoulder. Even though it was covered with a tattoo, he’d never forget.
When he heard a knock on the door, he got up, opening it, stepping aside so his best friend could come in. It wasn’t unusual, especially with his behavior. Harrison was about the only person he openly and willingly let in, both physically and emotionally. “What’s up?” At least the house was a little less lonely with him around.
Supongo que lentamente me estoy convirtiendo en un adulto.
No recuerdo
qué era lo que quería.
Ahora estoy asustado.
¿Adónde fueron los fragmentos de mi sueño?
falling video on february 28. t w e n t y e i g h t. TWENTY EIGHT. 28.
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