━ ❝ honey, you’re familiar, like my mirror years ago ... idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword ; innocence ( d i e d ) SCREAMING ! honey, ask me ! ( i should know ! ) ; i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door ! babe, there’s something so W R E T C H E D about this ; something so precious about this ... ( oh, what a s i n ! )
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secret santa present number 3: i got four books on the history of art, architecture, fashion, and dance, hope you like them! Don't read them all in one day!
she can’t guarantee she won’t GOBBLE the printed syllables up, but she presses a crimson lipstick-print to the endearing words that find themselves slanted upon the petite note, & she can’t help the way she blows a kiss to the frigid air, barely able to contain the purest joy that bubbles throughout her frame.
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second secret santa present: okay so I have no idea what dancewear is, so I asked the person at the counter and they handed me these, I hope they work. Oh, and I do know what cardigans are, so I got a bunch of those in different colors. Hope you like them!
delicate digits run carefully over the fabric of brightly coloured cardigans, leotards, fresh rose pointé shoes .. TEARS ( ! ) practically brim at her eyes as she clutches them to her chest, mouthing quiet thanks into soft material & she’d be lying if she said she could keep the grin off of her lips.
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Secret Santa present number one: this was the best wine I could find. hope it's good :) -SS
pure delight is written into the petite femme’s features as she examines the frosted bottle, ( humming ) softly to herself whilst she glances round, in an attempt to catch whoever may have recently lingered at her doorstep. ❛ feliz navidad, ángel ! ❜ her voice echoes down the emptied street, a call to no one --- the sheer tender sentiment is entirely unavoidable.
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#nsfw#― ❀・° 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. → wanted !#― ❀・° 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 & 𝚒'𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. → cerin !#THSI HIGHKEY FUCKED ME UP#AARON TVEIT HAS BEEN THE HIGHKEY LOML FOR ACTUAL YEARS#AND NWO I SEE THIS SHIT#FUCK ME THE FUCK UP IM NOT EVEN BREATHIGN#THSI IS TOO MUCH FOR MY SICK MORTAL FRAME
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ROBIN: okay so I don’t actually know how to throw a party ROBIN: so i’m basically just gonna go out and get trashed for my birthday ROBIN: who’s in?
LOLITA: sweetie there are a lot of things you don’t know how to do LOLITA: i would but i have better things to do LOLITA: don’t miss me too much xoxoxo
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#wh Y is she such a bitch smh#― ❀・° 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 ; & 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘 ! → snapchat !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → robin !
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text — LIT(a).
FREYA: and a few sheets of stickers.. for decorating
LITA: dolphins or dora the explorer
LITA: ooh there are little stars as well
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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text — LIT(a).
FREYA: only white lighters tho ... i'm trynna die young like kurt cobain : - )
LITA: im gonna fuckin rock up to the cash register like
LITA: ya can i just get a fuckton of white lighters. literally 50 white lighters pls n thank u xoxo
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !#MY LIGHTER RN IS WHITE HSCKHCJSHC#i stole it off my sister b tu
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#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. → isms !#IS THIS NOT HER#IDK WHO THE GUY IS#BUT THIS IS LITERALLY LOLITA
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FREYA: OH and i bought an oz of some really chill hybrid shit but i lost my lighter so bring one plS
LITA: i swear u lose a lighter every two weeks
LITA: i've had mine for a solid two months now .. i'm buyin u a pack of lighters for ur birthday
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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text — LIT(a).
FREYA: ok but the thing is ... there's so many shitty women too
FREYA: fuck it tho everyone sucks... come over i have rum and ginger ale and fresh limes and a new sparkly nail polish
FREYA: i'm planning to let eden drink herself to sleep and then paint her nails when she can't stop me ....
LITA: shitty ppl can actually fuckin fight me
LITA: jesus that sounds good
LITA: ok i'm sold i'm coming
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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text — LIT(a).
FREYA: good !!! u tell his fuckass !
LITA: im so done w men .. i hate them all
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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text — LIT(a).
FREYA: bitch WHo !!!
FREYA: did he actually not have legs ?
LITA: not after i was done with him
LITA: swear 2 god i nearly broke his thigh
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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FREYA: i had like 2 fucking conversation with her and i'm already so done w her stupid trashy white bitch eurointellectual bullshit ? take that shit back to the 50s where it belongs .. shit
LITA: i'd actually prefer death
LITA: OH SHIT did i tell u how some guy called me mamacita so i kicked him in the thigh n called him a legless whore
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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FREYA: oy thNAK GOD you dont like her either i was worried
LITA: she talks too much
LITA: if she talked less n fucked around more id be happier
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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FREYA: you know that pug-faced lil trick arabella or whatever the fuck
LITA: jesus christ
LITA: why is she so much
#bEautiful girlfriends ... im so weak#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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FREYA: both. can you fucking believe it ? both !
FREYA: honestly i'm p sure she lowkey fucks w u but if u have an in.. go for it
LITA: double whammy
LITA: who is it i'll wreck her
LITA: no one fucks w my girl.. bye
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !#i lvoe this already ??
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FREYA: u would not BELIEVE !!! this bitch !!
LITA: straight or white
LITA: can i fuck her up
#― ❀・° 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. → sms !#― ❀・° 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. → freya !
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