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“I didn’t say I don’t like him, I just said I didn’t really care. So what?”

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“I can’t believe you don’t like Charlie Brown.”

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My new year's resolution was to rid myself of my depression. It doesn't appear to be working

I know what you mean. I’m not that great at uplifting advice, but I can tell you that you should start by doing stuff you like and don’t let anyone bring you down. Sometimes keeping busy can help me feel better, like when I make robots and stuff.

You might not stop feeling bad completely, since everyone has good days and bad days. But basically just keeping doing what you enjoy, I guess. 

And surround yourself with someone, or multiple people, who make you happy.

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my new year’s resolution was to get more attention.

Same here tbh.

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i just want to be friends. plus a little extra. also, i love you.

.........Iloveyoutoo???

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"Ah, humor. I have it too." (maybe a somewhat snarky comment after jack made a silly pun or a joke haha)

“Oh come on, that was funny and you know it.”

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there is such a thing as good grief. just ask charlie brown.

why should i care about charlie brown

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*mimics guitar and pumps fist in the air* and spicer we're goin g d OWN S WIN GING

are we rEALLY

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“Audrey, huh? I’m Jack Spicer, ‘s nice to meet ya,” Jack grinned. “And I’m glad you’re okay and stuff. Yeah.”

A shake of the ginger’s head was earned in response to his question. “No you didn’t hurt my feelings, you’re fine…” she trailed off, giving him a small smile as proof that she was alright.

“I’m Audrey, by the way. Audrey Cooper.”

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the office sentence meme.

if i had a gun with two bullets, and i was in a room with hitler, bin laden an you, i would shoot you twice.

i talk a lot, so i’ve learned to just tune myself out.

i hate looking at your face! i wanna smash it!

you wanna hear a lie? i think you’re great. you’re my best friend

he tortured me with his awfulness.

i just want to be friends. plus a little extra. also, i love you.

i’ll kill you.

are you from another planet?

get in here right now or i’m going to lose it!

you’re so white.

i don’t need your help!

it’s not garbage, it’s my clothes.

my new year’s resolution was to get more attention.

i’m one of the few people who look hot eating a cupcake.

it’s like my life is buffering.

you want to call someone that texted you? do you want to drive them away?

ahhhh, humor. i have it, too.

i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

okay, you son of a gun.

you don’t know anything!

i love inside jokes. love to be a part of one someday.

you’re all on a time out.

there is such a thing as good grief. just ask charlie brown.

you know what’s going to be your tombstone? “loser.”

where are the turtles? where are they?

i’m beyonce always.

did i stutter?

never, ever, ever give up.

it’s britney, bitch.

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Moodboard # 3: Kimiko and Jack

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“Because it seems like I hurt your feelings. Or am I wrong? I’m not great with reading emotions and stuff.

Audrey had looked at him, her embarrassment soon turning into confusion. “Wait, why are you sorry?” 

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“Wait, I didn’t mean-- Okay, yeah, I did kinda mean that. But, uh... sorry. I guess.”

The ginger had pursed her lips in reply, not really sure how to reply to his question. It really wasn’t her business, but she couldn’t help but be curious about his well being anyway. 

“You’re right, it isn’t…” she muttered, tucking a red lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, I was just concerned.”

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“Yeah, years of being laughed at, but that’s not really any of your business??”

spicerism sent in a ▽ || accepting

“Did someone make you hard inside?”

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It’s called Photosynthesis!

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It’s called Photosynthesis

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AND FINISHED.

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“Mabel, that’s a cool name. I’m Jack Spicer, evil boy genius,” the boy grinned smugly.

“Oh, nothing.

Not like you’re botherin’ me or anything.” Mabel strolled over to the other teen and raised an eyebrow. “I’m Mabel.”