#whctsunderneath

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[ sms ] : I told you to stop contacting me. 

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❝ You forfeit all rights to my heart. ❞ - whctsunderneath ( imagine evelyn )

...Sorry about that, darling. Does that mean I can’t use your lint roller anymore?

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“ mr. BATEMAN. ” the man who straightened up from leaning on the brick wall and stepped forward was almost comically small, standing at a little less than five feet in height. what he lacked, however, in size, he more than made up for in the rest of his appearance: there was something quite strikingly wrong with the overall look of him, and that was enough to unsettle most onlookers. it was impossible entirely to put one’s finger on WHAT was wrong with his appearance, but to be sure, there was something, and the indefinable nature of it made the effect even more unnerving. without smiling, without so much as lifting an eyebrow, this small man presented a gloved hand for bateman to shake, evidently unfazed by the fact that there was at least a foot of difference in height between them. “ mr. hyde. pleasure to meet in person. ”