#wshedstart

[felixneal]

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felix: just found out jason mraz came out as bisexual last year

felix: now ba doo ja doo ja doo doo ba hits different

[lanamemories]

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lana: i put those plastic like. surgeon gloves on my feet earlier fr nostalgia n ws jst walking around alpha nu like tht offering ppl a dr shepherd handshake n cackling rly wildly whenever anyone gasped n told me to tke them off

lana: honestly mayb i've snapped bt it's a bit sexy so who am i 2 complain?? is it not a one man circus??? is god not entertained?????????????

lana: anyways had 2 change my # so this is my new one. it's lana btw

[judememories]

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jude: just closed my eyes for a really fuckin long time and everything was black and i forgot how to open them again

jude: it was so cold in there

jude: i started humming stevie wonder to feel closer to a blind brother in arms so it'd get me through

jude: is that offensive? dunno

jude: anyway what's up i can't sleep

[parklevi]

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levi: isnt it suspicious that the fbi knows its a cult

levi: but wont like say how they know

levi: or give out any other information

levi: maybe theyre the cult??? food for thought

[teddylawrence]

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teddy: harp

teddy: ran in 2 someone frm high school and rinsed them fr their money

teddy: free shots baybee! 😜

teddy: bt now i can t drive home

teddy: sos will pay fr ur uber here or smthn im like right downtown i juT need a ride home mom will be Tres Upset

teddy: [...]

teddy: btw i meant help not hRp

[wrners]

as he passed through the quad, warner became particularly angry with himself that he’d left his air pods sitting atop his dresser. music-listening was an easy deterrent to the clipboard gnats— the obnoxious students with far too much time on their hands shoving petitions in your face. so far two had already tried him. now, someone else crossing his path, warner narrowed his eyes. “i swear to god, if you try to talk to me about meatless mondays or the fucking turtles right now...”

[philcmena-archive]

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philomena: SOS

philomena: NEED ASSISTANCE

philomena: VERY URGENT

[ezramercvr]

“I seriously hate this place,” Mercy said grumpily, shaking around the bag of way too expensive popcorn for a particularly butter-soaked kernel. It was chilly by the boardwalk, breeze stronger due to the close proximity to the beach, which did nothing to brighten his mood, “I used to come here all the time when I was younger and I think... at least 70% of the time if I didn’t witness someone projectile vomiting it was ‘cause it was landing on my lap dramatically. This whole place just smells like puke to me now - that’s some psychological thing, isn’t it?”