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"You're over ninety-five, not twenty-five! What the hell were you thinking? Surfing's a sport for young daredevils," Septimus ranted.
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"I feel dizzy, sick, and hungry, but nothing tastes or smells good," Teo complained, laying their head down on the table in defeat.
Donna sighed. "What have you eaten today, Teo?"
"Oh." Teo said, while realizing they have only eaten a brownie in the past twenty-four hours.
Different story: "The coffee shop was utterly quiet, entranced by the beautiful boy on the slightly raised, small stage."
Work and stress took its toll, and he found himself becoming more and more tired each night. He tried to be more present - he really did. Maybe he should have tried harder.
life right there
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"Cowabunga, motherfu-" Before he could finish, Luca launched himself off the side of the cliff, grenade in hand.
"Cowabunga, motherfu-" Before he could finish, Luca launched himself off the side of the cliff, grenade in hand.
Luca is my mental state
"I'm so fucking tired of staying alive for others. It's so desperate. I want to live for me!" he shouted. "I want to love myself enough to keep going." His voice trailed off. "I'm tired of forcing my lungs to keep breathing. Just to stop someone else's tears."
fastfood
I say nothing, pay him no attention, and make a move to sit at my desk, tapping the power button on my monitor to bring it back to life. I see him fumble with his keys. I see him choke back tears. I see him walk out the front door yet again. Shaky and guileless, only then do I let myself cry. All I can say is that I feel cold, as though nothing is as it should be.
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(Dom that's so good-)
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"Privacy is not something to be earned, Mrs. Landis. It is a right."
Never in my two years of knowing Rueben have I ever heard him speak with such a serious and powerful tone. His eyes seemed darker and clouded.
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(fuck, that whole privacy is a right sounds like something one of my oc's would say)
(Dom that's so good-)
(Thx dude. Sister and I were having deep nighttalk about depression. Can you guess who said it?)
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(Dom that's so good-)
(Thx dude. Sister and I were having deep nighttalk about depression. Can you guess who said it?)
(Gut instinct is Nathaniel or Silas)
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There’s some savage terror deep in his eyes, those saltwater irises, cornflowers floating in a bowl of milk, beckoning, wailing, like survivors of an earthquake. I scream so much my throat turns raw. Time moves in slow-motion and I reach for him, stretch out my hand, feel it brush against his, lean forward, and fall. I was so close I could feel him breathing. I swear he’d been able to latch onto me. I swear it.
All y'all need to watch Community
"Now, their hope was their power. And they had begun to fight."
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"One-thousand and five, just to be exact," Evangeline observed, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Alene had not thought to bring posters. She hadn’t owned one in her house, she hadn’t even considered it. In her opinion there were better ways to worship idols.
(Just wrote that for an rp but had to give it the frown of approval)
For as long as they had known each other, they’d been at war, over any number of stupid things.
Just because I'm a bad driver doesn't make me a shitty one
"If this was tea it would be tolerable. But as coffee…" he said as he poured the liquid down the drain. "No offense."
(Realistic)
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"I'd rather let my blood dry within my body than submit to a tyrant like you!" She growled.
"Good god, she's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" Arson turned to their party for a nod of approval.