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some people just don’t want to talk, and you have to respect that.

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fill this in with stuff about you

where i'm from: ga, peachy and all that.

where i would like to live: i always say tibet.

favorite movie: mulan is my top fav, i know all the words by heart.

favorite band/singer: i love me some frank ocean to florence and the machine

favorite tv show: rick and morty, archer, grey's anatomy.

favorite day of the year: sept. 14

if i have any pets: do my lil brother's count?

what i’m listening to right now: hit em up by 2pac

what’s my ringtone: MULATTO BUTTS from archie.

what my name means: it means village apparently.

celebrity crush: momoa and like lucy liu.

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xstrongerthan:

      She didn’t want to admit she was lost. The forest was usually so familiar to her, and plants and trees so easy to read. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling for her at all, and she wasn’t one to share weaknesses with anyone she didn’t know.

      “I was just leaving.”

      It wasn’t a lie, except that she had been ‘just leaving’ for about two hours now, and she couldn’t seem to find her way out.

      She kept her distance, watching him carefully.

      “Do you lose your shoe in the woods very often?”

“Then it’s that way.” He pointed to the opposite direction she was going, though even he knew if he stayed there and let her go, she’d probably end up right back here again. 

He looked down at his foot then back at her with a nod. “Yeah. I don’t really lost ‘em, I just take them off and fall asleep and then forget I don’t have it on when I go home. I always find it though.” 

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open starter.

“I--.. am not that kind of God and I don’t give that kind of advice.”

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open starter.

“So you willingly like human people? As friends and lovers? I don’t get it.”

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open starter.

“No--.. I don’t want to get up. Leave me alone.” He’s mumbling the words into the mattress as he’s balling up as if it’ll make it easier to be ignored.

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i want a house overflowing with plants. i want a big dog who thinks he’s small enough to fit in my lap. i want huge windows that flood the floorboards with light. a porch with a swing that we’re constantly sweeping ash off of. i want ivy growing all around. a bathtub big enough for the both of us.

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he called him frightening and holy, so he definitely didn’t hear anything else.

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Enemies with benefits. I mean straight up they despise each other but the sex is very compatible.

‘everything is not always sunshine, asshole.’ 'why are you so fucking wicked and negative though. You suck the goodness out of everything.’ 'you weren’t saying that when I was sucking out your soul motherfucka.’ 'and all those vitamins and you’re still miserable.’

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Send 🗣 to overhear my muse talking to somebody else about your muse!

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Twins. @madeeinchina & @pho

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‘and then he said lets do something fun like... steal the declaration of independence. and he was serious.’

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devilstoystore:

    Luci scrambles further up the tree, emitting long gurgling laughs as he does so, moving like some primordial creature. He hangs by the curve of his legs, arms loose and free and smiling at Adam, eye-to-eye with him, only upside down. What a Hebraic notion! He wonders if Adam will catch on.

    “Oh no, Adam, you don’t HAVE friends, do you? You don’t let anyone near you.” 

Adam wants to snarl, spit out words so foul that even this evil creature would be surprised. But he doesn’t. He swallows all of those feelings, keeping his composure. He immediately takes a step back away from the tree. It was something of a memory that made his chest hurt.

“I don’t have a lot of things because of the evil I let into my life, once. If it keeps me without conversations that’s fine.”

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Being called baby by a girl is god tier for me.

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Stiles dialed JD's number and didn't even let him get a greeting out when he picked up. "What do you mean you don't know what crepes are?! They're like super thin pancakes! Oh, hi by the way."

JD looked at his phone, then thought about the things he did in the last couple of hours just to prepare himself. “I mean, what the fuck are crepes.” He added before letting out a laugh. “Hey. Crepes aren’t well known food, I hope you know that.”