I’m one of those people who makes random noises all of the time and repeatedly sings phrases like “I hate the world” and “what the fuck am I doing”
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oh gosh i miss a LOT of things in the tag im sorry!!!! i’m glad i got to finally see it tho! i love u too!
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i used to hate my nose so much and one day I was like ‘you know what. if I ever get turned to stone im gonna look fuckign classic’ and i’ve never looked back
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oh trust me my sense of shame is broken I don’t feel awkward its just that
drawing dicks isnt really my idea of a good time
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WTF THANK YOU
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they’re wary about him at first but one morning they catch vera sINGING. VERA. SINGING. SHE HASN’T SUNG IN AGES. LITERALLY NOT SINCE “THE ACCIDENT”. she’s happier with him. they see that and they love alyn for it. they don’t mind him coming over. their house is pretty much always open to him.
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yes
and just now im realizing i havent really posted a lot of selfies in the past few months and you most of you guys probably have no idea what i look like
vera grabs his shoulders, betrayed by her own gravity, drawn in by his. he rubs his forehead against hers and she can feel how uneven his breath is as it passes over her mouth. her fingers dig into his shirt.
“fuck,” he whispers absently, caging her with his arms, her back against the wall.
this slope is treacherous, she thinks, knowing that he feels the same. there is so much inside of her. she wants to give into all the good parts - wants to hand them over, neatly tied up in a bow, and place them in alyn’s hands. he would take care of them. she closes her eyes as she releases a shuddering breath, his proximity leaving her aching.
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this reminds me in 11th grade my followers used to call me the queen of sheep hair it was so fluff