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[viriumspiritus]

                           ( cont. | @vexsed )

           tired. so very tired. it felt like her corporal self and soul had been separated & she merely observed as alex pushed her onto the chair. the table before her was soon misused as she laid across it as much as she could, a quiet, pained whine bouncing off the kitchen walls. 

                                                    who told her to go into medicine? they need to be dealt with;                                                            this is hell. 

                ❛ I will praise the ground you walk on if you get some food in me. I don’t care what it is. ❜

[shootingsharp]

vexsed replied to your post: remember when back in the day you couldn’t @...

tbf u were the kind of person to add personalised messages to every url so u never /quite/ made it easy for urself ( it’s why ur ADORABLE )

so many hours spent in the code adding in the little hover words bubble code and writing wee paragraphs worth every second 

[shootingsharp]

BONGO’S NEW BFF:

  !!

there were multiple factors to alex’s near-perpetual scowl of myopic, self-defeating suffering ( also known as angst ); why his face was less like thunder and more like category five.    although the one thing that was always a quick and easy cure for his diaphanous ego   ?  dogs.

  ❛ oh, shit, ❜ kneeling down, his palm hesitating over the dalmatian’s head, a smile seemed to crack the usual expression with buttery ease,  ❛ —what the fuck. he’s amazing.   how old is he  ? how long’s he been in your family   ? ❜

Jill can’t help the grin that spreads across her lips like wildfire across barren grasslands. Her arms cross over her chest, and for a moment she doesn’t even answer, preferring to watch his cool demeanour fall in the presence of Bongo. The plan worked without a single flaw, then. 

“He’s uh...” At this rate, Jill can’t remember at what point in her life she hasn’t had, or needed him around. “--Just turned seven. He’ll have been with me that long in a month or so.” 

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vexsed replied to your post “muzzle ‘what do u mean ppl dont immediately think i might be mute when...”

"almost" ur lying ur not sorry at all

tru

[m--artii]

          There was absolutely no reason for there to be fifty different kind of dish soap in the world and yet each time the gardener wined up buying a new bottle, he found himself cussing under his breath.  ❛ Why in the fuck-- ❜ he began, crouching down to one of the lower shelf, his hand reaching in the hole in the middle of two products -- an empty space where something once stood, now probably sold out, but Mark -- ever the optimist -- still reached behind it in hopes of getting something out of the back. When his fingers reached the cold, dead steel he cussed, somewhat loudly, head turning around in search of an unlucky store clerk in the vicinity.  ❛ Hey, ❜ He called once he spotted someone nearby, tapping the empty space on the shelf with his fingers.  ❛ Got any more of this shit in the back? ❜

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