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i'm alive.

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guess who's here.

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OH FORGIVE ME LORD, FOR I HAVE SINNED, "And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called...

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wassup.

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"O—Okay. Alright, cap'."

"Yes! I promised you Chinese and dammit, I’m delivering. Buckle up."

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"Are you sure about this?"

"Screw it. Braving the snow and getting Chinese food. Who’s ready for the drive of a lifetime?"

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fuck all the “cutesy” AUs, gimme a “high as shit and needing munchies so running to an empty denny’s at 3am and finding it’s not empty afterall” AU

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From Astrid → Lyndon

[ text ]: how poetic.

open ;;

From Lyndon → Wrong Number.

[ text ]: yeah, cause a man that good looking must have an ass that tastes like lucky charms.

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AU | | M O A N ;;

                          i’ve been thinking too much about                                                        Y O U—                           see the sunset with { no sleep } at all                           and i’m constantly [ ;thinking ] about you                           and i  c a n ’ t  get through this at all

A loner, having nobody but themselves Muse A gets by with occasional jobs, which provide poor payment and annoyance to overwhelm them on a regular basis. Having to deal with a rough past, glimmering in darkness and irredeemability. They are trapped in a body, that’s no home. A soul without thread. Desperate for something to hold onto, cling to. Something to give them p u r p o s e. Something that’s worth d y i n g for. Fragile and unpredictable. Mildly psychotic. Tendencies that are hidden, deep down under the surface of a friendly smile. Residing, like a lie on their features.

Muse B, being the complete opposite. Living a happy life. Friends, a committed relationship. Content with their world and themselves. Unaware, that one doomed day, Muse A catches sight of them. Completely drawn in. Feeling a onesided bond, despite all odds, that they will most likely never know about their mere existence.     Wanton looks, when they follow them wherever they go. Like their own shadow in the sun of a sunny afternoon, that promised rain. Up to the point, where watching them, like they are the last of their species, a rare piece of art, which everybody wants to claim as their own, isn’t enough for Muse A, anymore. Manipulation. Pitfalls. Lies. Tearing Muse B's perfect world apart, without ever being a part of it. Just to build them up again. Raise them from the ashes they sit in. With the omnipresent falsehood, that lingers on their tongue, promising no good.

Reaching their goal. Being the only one, Muse B can count on in this rough time of their life. When they’ve lost everything, they ever loved. The possessiveness of Muse A, not abating. Only increasing. Overly jealous. Ready to do everything to keep Muse B as their own. Their property with a beating heart, while the other has no idea, who lead their life to shatter into a million pieces.

But could this ever have a happy ending? After all, lies never live to be old.

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Sleepover Friday - fun size

send me fuck, marry, kiss’s

ask my top 3 of anything

send me a 6 word story that i have to finish with 6 words

make me choose between two things

send me celebrities for hot or not

confess shit

ask for my (terrible) advice

gossip about relationships or crushes or whatever

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Tell me who you ship me with and I'll go kiss them