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i got my chain on, ain’t a thing wrong with a broken frozen wrist.

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come and fuck me in the mornin’ with the blinds closed.

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-grunge-

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light the blunt and fucking fade away.

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wrist motion.

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no heart

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Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

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all im sayin’ is if y’all were gay........ things might b easier

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r y’all ever just glad ur gay

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007. ❛ just point the spray - can at the lighter and FWOOSH ! ❜ (rowan vc this is how u commit arson bailey)

Bailey and Rowen were… a pair of unlikely friends. Upon seeing her, Ro definitely didn’t think she’d get along with the preppy girl, but she had been pleasantly surprised. Of course, though Ro is very rough around the edges, she does her best to make friends with any other members of the club - each other were all they really had, after all. 

Bailey had texted Ro asking her if she wanted to come hang out - to which the red haired girl had sent an idle text back saying she was “out bein’ a rebel”. She hadn’t expected in a million years that Bailey would ask to tag along, yet here they were, in front of an old worn down shack outside of town that Ro had been scouting for a while. 

When Rowen brought out her spray can and lighter from the pockets of her hoodie, she turned around to look at the girl behind her, a small smile on her face. 

“Alright, let’s do this!”

She grabs onto Bailey’s wrist and brings her closer to the tiny shack, lifting her hand and pointing the spray can. She brings up her lighter with her other hand, and sure enough, fwoosh. Rowen laughs, her eyes sparkling as the wood starts to burn. She flips her lighter closed and holds the can out to Bailey.

“You wanna try?”

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let that water fill your lungs and throat.

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nobody wants me

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna hang out tomorrow?

[ SMS - siberian 🐯 ] yea sure!![ SMS - siberian 🐯 ] hope ur cool with tagging along 2 hang up some posters tho[ SMS - siberian 🐯 ] got left w the boring job as always, but i’m also puttin’ up some 4 my band while i’m out

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( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

[ SMS - hell bro ] LMAOOO what the fuck, i dn’t even remember when thats FROM[ SMS - hell bro ] quite a good look 4 me, don’t u think? 😘

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Вся моя жизнь: *смешной мем, где ситуация страшная*

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🥀.