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i moved again pls don't hate me ;~;

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…i moved again please don’t hate me ;~;

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…i moved again please don’t hate me ;~;

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…i moved again please don’t hate me ;~;

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...i moved again please don't hate me ;~;

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mini is it pulp fiction time yet? ;~;

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IT ISN'T EVEN FUNNY I'M SO UPSET YOU HAVE NO IDEA I'M LITERALLY CONSIDERING FUCKING DELETING THIS BLOG MINI I'M GOING TO CRY THEY ARE ALL SAVED AND ALL OF MY TAGS ARE GONE EXCEPT FOR THOSE ONES

I LOVE YOU I'M SORRY I'M JUST SO UPSET I LOVE YOU

you ok maisie

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Ethereal Beings 3/∞ >> Angels/God's Messengers

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                                           why do you see,                                                   why do you see?                                                        why do you see                                                               right through me? 

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Prepare for more melancholy weather today, folks.

Yann Tiersen: Naval

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spin!

Send me 'Spin' and see what you get:

5th Person gets: To seduce my muse and they’ll willingly comply.

  — Sofiel had never considered herself attractive enough for Emma to want this kind of thing, because Emma was beautiful — she was perfect. And Sofiel believed herself not to be any of those things, so once the other angel make her intentions clear — Sofiel couldn’t help but whine, tawny wings fluttering madly as her body moulded into the others like they had been made for one another.    Heavy lashes fluttered against Sofi’s cheek as a breathy purr rolled off of her tongue — small hands resting upon her sisters shoulders as small kisses were applied to her collarbones; oh oh — she liked it when the other did that. It sent pangs of electricity throughout the angels body. She was a mess, like putty in Emma’s hands — she’d do whatever the other wanted, Sofiel just wanted to make those she loved happy, and if being a submissive did that, then so be it.                              “—-…I’m y—-yours.” 

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I havE HICCUPS AND IM BLAMING SQUISHY'S REPLY

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aah that sweet time of day where I want to pass out and Emma wants the d/ cuddles.

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20 Sleeping Positions pt 1.

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