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Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).

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torresxadam‌:

“In your defense, that’s probably how you ended up with Drew and not me.” He was only joking, not really seeing Tori in that way- at least, not now. “Surprise!” He laughed sweetly putting his hands up. 

“Maybe so” she smiles back, plunking herself down on the bench next to him. “Sooo do you take requests?” she asks teasingly, “A little JT, some Bruno Mars maybe.. ‘ 

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: “hey girl. my mom gave me tickets to the aquarium. you can bring a friend. my place after?”

jonah: unless you wanna take them off my hands but end up taking me out on a date. in my dreams? ok i tried.

tori: it's a cute idea, okay?

tori: i mean, you could always come with??? my dad'a out of the country a lot soo he probs won't be able to make it anyway.

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: this lady at my church gave my mom three tickets for the aquarium. she gave them to me but i didn’t know what the fuck to do with them either. i was thinking maybe you and your dad could go with the kid.

tori: aww that is nice lol. my girl loves her a fishie, so we'll definitely take them off ur hands! but you sure you don't wanna save em for a date or something?

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: that one cut deep. you probably would.

jonah: i was gonna ask u something but since ur being mean nvm i won’t be nice... again

jonah: i can dish it out, i can’t take it 😢

tori: what? no you gotta ask now, don't leave me hangingg

tori: you know i didn't mean it :)

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torresxadam‌:

“I do actually play guitar, you know? I don’t just have it to pick up chicks. I wouldn’t be mad if it actually worked like that, though.”

“In my defense “picking up chicks” always seems to be pretty high on list of why most guys start a band. At least in the movies anyway” she says with a laugh and shrug of her slender shoulders. “But that’s so cool, I had no idea you played”

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: if i ever catch you doing that i’m going to hold my breath. you’re gonna think i’m dead. you’d miss me.

tori: mmm..i'd get over it

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text ✉️ miles

miles: knew i could count on you. i make no promises but for tonight i'll try not to get us thrown out.

tori: that's all i ask

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: yikes. okay i AM sorry for that. i know it shakes walls. hopefully i didn’t disturb your drunken slumber.

tori: it's okay..you quit after the second time i held ur nose together

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rawrivas‌:

What exactly do you expect me to say, Tor?

Nothing I--nothing. So do you wanna maybe wave the white flag over gelato and movies on Saturday? I have all your favorites. It’ll be like old times..

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: no proof

jonah: therefore it never happened.

jonah: don’t spread your filthy lies.

i moderately tolerate you and that’s on a good day. 😉

tori: if that's what the kids are calling it these days..you know you talk a big game for someone that snores like a freight train.

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: heeeey now,just because i like seeing you wet doesn’t mean i’m gonna be hanging out with you again anytime soon

tori: that's not what you were saying the other day when you were all pillow talky and half asleep. in fact i remember it going something like "gosh tor, you're the best"

tori: you know you wannaaa

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badass-bitch-b‌:

Originally posted by goldscaps

“Committing a felony does not make one Satan.” Bianca spat angrily to the person on the other side of her phone before hanging up and cutting her eyes over to the person that had the unfortunate misluck of entering the room while Bianca was in a bad mood. “Can I help you?” She asked with heavy sarcasm.

“Not really...” Tori replies reluctantly, sensing the other girl was in a mood. “Unless your help includes somehow getting me out of this PE class”

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sms ✉️ santamaria 🍑

jonah: i just ate an edible and i’m currently tripping out under a deck and i was just thinking about when you tried to spray me with a sprinkler and failed lmao sucks

tori: mmm i'm not too worried about it..there's always next time ;)