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sexting boys is so fun because they get so into it and you’re like cleaning your kitchen or something

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❝ Should I count just to be sure? ❞        His tone was light and teasing as he retrieved it from her outstretched hand. In truth, he wasn’t sure he could even name precisely what was in his wallet at any given time.          ❝ I had someone take my wallet and sprint once. It was difficult to be mad, honestly -- At that point they likely needed it more than I did. ❞

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Cecilia smiled when he turned, raising her hand absently in a way of saying she wasn’t causing trouble. Something about those startling blue eyes surprised her, but otherwise she ignored it.

“Hmm. That’s true enough. I didn’t take anything out of it, I promise,” she couldn’t resist a little wink, almost like she was sealing that promise.

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pet peeves: teenage guys who think it’s fun to flirt with / distract me at work because they’re bored because their moms thought it would be a good idea to bring them clothing shopping

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only people that i like can touch my hair

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when you’re in the mood to plot and write with new people but you can’t form anything other than “we should plot yes this is good”

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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

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you can’t be traumatized if you repress all your memories

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“Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”

first interaction starters || accepting

Always alarming to hear -- Cas spun to see his wallet being proffered by a helpful passerby.         ❝ Oh! I appreciate it.                   Funny how easy it is to lose things, isn’t it? ❞

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What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via fdtd)

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suledxn:

    Ears twitch, catching the remark above the common noise. A smile forming as she looked at him for a moment, then to the people. To the recruits who could barely hold a sword, or those that were obviously templars. Too many of them thought they had some right above the common people. It’s refreshing to hear a similar viewpoint, however.       “Take a templar out of their circle, and they fear everything & know nothing of what  to fear.       Pathetic, really.” 

Catching a kindred soul in a crowd was no small feat. A slight smile of his own mirrored that of the stranger -- An increasingly rare sight these days. He sidled closer to better hear her over the low din. The look she casts at the assembled ‘soldiers’ perfectly summed up his own feelings. Disdain mixed with disappointment.          ❝ Yet take a mage out of the circle and they leave knowing precisely what to fear, ❞  he said, nodding his head in agreement. ❝ One of the many lines drawn between us. ❞

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texts  from  last  night  :  drunk me  edition. ( slightly nsfw at times ? )

[ text ] hello it’s me drunk me. the ghost of drunkmas past [ text ] i love being white girl wasted [ text ] that’s when you know you’re wastypants [ text ] fuzzy is the best, sloppy is ugly [ text ] if i wasn’t wearing a sweater i’d send you a bra selfie [ text ] i’m drunk peeing [ text ] CUTTHROAT KITCHEN THOOOOOOOOO [ text ] sabotage me [ text ]  things are happening, i’m not sure what  [ text ] who am i [ text ] gbbo would never, mary berry would NEVER [ text ] you win honor who wants money [ text ] i want the money [ text ] why am i sloppy [ text ] i’m pooping or peeing we’re not sure yet [ text ] i’m still on the toilet [ text ] drunk me is a mess of knowledge [ text ] wow i love drunk me [ text ] drunk me: factchecking [ text ] lemme send you a hoe selfie [ text ] meanwhile i keep sending sloppy hoe selfies [ text ] i’m changing into my batman pjs [ text ] this will be my downfall i hate myself me and my pink panther print panties [ text ] leak this pic [ text ] don’t trust me i’m drunk me [ text ] my face feels funny [ text ] see i can type i am in control [ text ] i’ve been sending drunk snaps in my defense [ text ] i’m like one step away from dabbing [ text ] drunk me: laughs in hidden.jpg [ text ] i drunk snapped ____ and ____ while singing beyoncé [ text ] i’ll look at this tomorrow and cringe [ text ] i am sober and in control of the situation [ text ] i sent a ass selfie to ____ captioned: EAT THIS BEN AFFLECK [ text ] HE HAS BATMAN ASS [ text ] i don’t feel more sober at all [ text ] i should be asleep but my drunk thirsty ass is like: cute girl [ text ] i am just a simple farmer [ text ] do the sleepo [ text ] i’m drunk talking to a cute girl [ text ] drunk me is a hoe a THIRSTY hoe [ text ] i won’t remember this in the morning [ text ] i’m not sloppy drunk i’m soft drunk, i call it 4 shots and a glass of champagne [ text ] drunk me: time to thirst message all my friends / flings / exes [ text ] idk what he’s saying but i’m like raw me daddy [ text ] don’t kinkshame me [ text ] i love my aunt she’s trying to get me more drunk [ text ] i have like 70% awareness of what’s going on around me right now  [ text ] i might dab again on snapchat who knows 

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