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Postcards from the Edge, Frank Moth
me @ me: just talk to them u guys are mutuals
also me @ me: BUT AM I MUTUAL ENOUGH????
What a fool to give up thy life for thy sisterâs.
HOCUS POCUS (1993) ⢠dir. Kenny Ortega
Halloween 2020, Oil on Paper by Edward Delandre
by Ragon Dickard
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open rp
Hey can I get seven large cokes and a bbq sauce
is pepsi ok
âi guessâ i said sulking, my amber hued orbs peering down because of gravity
âok.â i hand you seven large cokes and a pepsi
Slumber & Fairy Fossil by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law
I love you
âI love youâ means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when youâre in a bad mood or too tired to do things I want to do. It means loving you when youâre down, not just when youâre fun to be with. I love you means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, hoping you feel the same way for me.
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that youâre not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via perrfectly)
me: *gets hit by a car* sorry
What weâre reading, The Connor Brothers
If everyone could shut the fuck up.
Do better. Be better. You'll never be good enough. You'll never make it. You make me feel awful. You're mean. You're hateful for no reason. You always hurt me.
FUUUUUCK
âIn dreams, we enter a world thatâs entirely our own.â â J.K. Rowling