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... I don't even need to say it...

Credit: @vxnitra

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Why is that kinda...

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I just want to share a poem I wrote... Low key in love with it!!!

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"Now and Forever"

Trying to make sense of what I've seen,

Trying to hold on to who I've been.

Just a single glimpse—some brief relief,

Just long enough to decide what to believe.

You hold me close, whispering sweet nothings,

Pretending you're not twisting the knife you're clutching.

You smile as your tears begin to fall,

Acting like it breaks you—like you cared at all.

Blood trails down the spine of my past,

Bitterness echoing in every laugh.

You blur, unravel, become something less—

A ghost of guilt in a reoccurring mess.

You should know—I didn’t go quick.

My blood kept pouring, slow and thick.

Still, I stayed. Still, I hoped.

Still, I begged for a chance to cope.

I just need a moment to breathe, to recover—

Please come back. I need now and forever.

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This was sooo fun this idea struck me while I was listening to the song "Merry Christmas, please don't call" fireeeee song btw!!!

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www.tumblr.com/kier-with-a-k/787332024887296000/guess-who-has-to-wear-his-glasses-again?source=share

i should be wearing glasses and I'm only getting blinder and blinder but I've broken like 3 pairs alr 😞

OH MY GOD... I DON'T WANT TO HAPPEN TO ME?! WTF?! 3 PAIRS?!?! ... I can't these glasses are hurting meeeee

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I miss my man

Ewwwwww

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... Guess who has to wear his glasses again... MEEEEE

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WHY WHY WHY I hate my phone so much I should be asleep but I can’t 💔

MUWAHAHAHAHAH don't sleep girl...

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KIERRR I fell asleep at the movies. Than I took a nap on accident two hours after and I’m still tired. Idk how 🤷‍♀️

I CAN'T SLEEP RNNN

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I slept wellll what about your kierr

I slept wonderfully!!!

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Okay now I promise I’m gonna sleep righttttt now. Goodnight. Ima shut my phone off now… I think..

Good to say that... I slept early!!!

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So I’m obsessed with your theme, much love for the pink

AWWWWEEEE thanks diva!

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Kier watch I’m gonna go to bed at 10 tonight so I get my sleep (I say this then end up staying up till 4 am)

I'm actually planning to sleep early tonight... I hope...

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Tried to take a picture of her yesterday morning.. she doesn’t like pictures…

Low key me when I just got woken up

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𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 - 𝑵. 𝑺.

𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓!𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕!𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓(𝒐𝒄)

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!

(𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)

Nervous.

I'm totally freaking out—what am I supposed to do? I'm pacing back and forth in my room as I try to put an outfit together.

Something casual? No. He'll think I didn't put enough effort in.

Something classy? We're just going to the park—god damnit.

How about something smart? But I always wear that! He wouldn't think I dressed up specially for the date!

I'm going on a date.

With him.

Nicholas Sturniolo… My date. Is him. And I asked him on a date. With me.

I lay down like an admission of defeat—like I'm waving the white flag to stop the battle going on inside my head.

I can't believe I actually got to ask him out. Ever since I met him I... couldn’t even think of another. Not that I was anyways but—he’s different.

I swear he has some sort of magic or something because—he pulls me right in. Like I’m the earth and he’s the massive ball of sunshine and I’m just being swung along—and even if I get too close and start to deteriorate... I wouldn’t change it. I’ll die smiling I guess.

Sappy thoughts.

Sappy me.

But I don't care. Not when it comes to him at least.

I jolt up—like I’ve been electrocuted, charged, pumped up. I quickly got myself dressed, threw on something special—yet still me.

Brown corduroy shorts that go over my knees, red converse, white tank top, and a crochet mesh sweater.

Not my proudest look, but I need to pick my boyfri—my date.

I will make this the most special date ever!

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Sand.

Lots and lots of sand.

Maybe the beach isn’t the best first date venue. My knees and thighs are covered in it. Some sticking to my calves.

Gosh, why do I get sweaty when I’m nervous?

Nick is wearing his normal get-up. A yellow fitted plaid polo , an oversized pair of blue jorts, and combat boots. His blonde hair is just being blown about by the wind like it’s in some indie coming-of-age movie.

And my god does he look beautiful. I keep thinking... if this was ever to be the moment I die, I wouldn’t mind this being the last thing I ever see.

He’s laughing. That soft, lazy kind of laugh that starts in his chest and slowly spills out, like he’s not even trying. And I think if he keeps laughing like that, I might start crying right here with a half-melted ice cream in my hand.

Which, speaking of, is dripping all over my fingers. He got us two cones from a stall nearby—mine’s strawberry, his is pistachio. He made a face at my pick and told me I had “toddler taste.” I told him his looked like toothpaste. He rolled his eyes. I licked mine just to prove a point, then licked his and made a face of mock disgust.

He laughed again.

God help me.

We sit in the sand. I try to keep the hem of my shorts from dragging into it too much. But it’s hopeless. The beach doesn’t care about my outfit. It’s been exactly twenty-two minutes since we sat down and I’ve already given up trying to look cool.

Nick pulls out his camera. I should’ve known. He always has it with him like it’s a piece of him—strapped across his chest like a shield, hanging there like a heartbeat.

“You mind?” he asks, pointing it at me.

I shake my head. “Go ahead.”

And then click.

Click.

Click.

He’s looking at me through the lens with this focus that makes my throat feel tight. Like I’m not just a person anymore—I’m a moment. Something worth freezing. Immortalizing.

I smile because I can’t not.

He smiles back, not through the camera but at me.

We eat our ice cream in comfortable silence. There’s music playing faintly from someone else’s speaker down the shore. A group of teenagers laugh behind us. A dog barks excitedly somewhere in the distance. It all blends into this soft, warm hum.

“I like this,” he says quietly.

I pretend not to look too eager. “The ice cream?”

He gives me a look. “The date.”

Oh.

Me too, I want to say. Me too so badly I think my chest might crack with it. But I just nod and lick my ice cream again before it can drip on my shirt.

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Later, we walk down to a little food stall row near the edge of the sand. They’ve got plastic tables under big umbrellas and everything smells like grilled meat, fries, sugar, and coconut.

We get matching burgers and split a basket of cheesy fries. He takes a bite and starts making noises that are honestly... borderline inappropriate.

“This is so good,” he moans dramatically.

I laugh, head tilting back. “You sound like you’re in a food commercial.”

He turns and grins at me, lips greasy, eyes crinkled from the sun. “You’d buy it if I sold it.”

“I’d buy anything you’re selling,” I blurt, before my brain catches up with my mouth.

And then—panic mode. Abort. Abort mission.

But he just... looks at me. Like really looks at me. A half-second of nothing. And then a tiny smile. Like I passed some secret test I didn’t even know I was taking.

“I’m glad you asked me out,” he says.

“You are?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to.”

Oh. Oh. OH.

I want to jump into the ocean and never come back. I want to scream into a pillow. I want to float.

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After lunch, we walk to the boardwalk arcade, the one with the ugly neon sign that blinks weirdly like it’s seen too much.

Inside, it smells like popcorn and dust and metal. The air conditioning barely works, but it’s cool enough to make our skin feel sticky in a good way.

We play skee ball. I lose miserably.

We try the basketball hoops. He nails shot after shot. I don’t even pretend to be surprised.

He wins us two tiny plushies from the claw machine. Mine’s a derpy-looking frog. His is a duck that looks like it’s seen better days. He names it Fred.

When we pass the photo booth, he stops and tilts his head. “In or out?”

I grin. “In.”

We squeeze into the booth. My shoulder is pressed into his. The screen gives us three seconds per photo. The first, we’re smiling. The second, he makes a dumb face. The third... he looks at me.

I turn to look at him too.

And it clicks before I even realize he moved.

He kisses me.

Soft. Careful. Like he’s asking a question.

And I answer it with the way my fingers tighten on the edge of the seat, the way I lean into him, the way my heart roars in my chest like it’s been waiting forever.

The booth flashes one last time.

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Later, I stare at the strip of printed photos in my hands. The last one is blurry. But you can still see it—my eyes fluttering closed, his smile against my lips.

My first kiss.

With him.

Nicholas Sturniolo.

My date.

My boy.

God, I think I’m falling.

Or maybe I already did.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉!!! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐! 𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!!! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕! 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕!

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My roblox avatar when I just spawned in the game.

My tummy hurts

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