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#drunk texting
mysticraven20 · 10 months
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Bugaboo: where are you?
Kitty: I left early. Sorry I couldn’t stay longer :(
Bugaboo: WTF where are you going?
Kitty: I’m going home.
Bugaboo: are you kidding me? Come back you’re drunk!
Kitty: Don’t worry, I called an Uber.
Bugaboo: We drank at your place!
Kitty: Oh! Where am I going?
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silverfoxphil · 1 month
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they were so cute in this video 😭??????!!!!! i can't wait for them to play all the other games
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stonelovesbeer · 3 months
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thrifted-thread · 6 months
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Getting home from being out last night and checked my messages. I think it crying
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elinainai · 2 years
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—texts from my ex
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rk-tmblr · 1 year
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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gojo Satoru & Iori Utahime, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko Characters: Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru Additional Tags: Drunk Gojo Satoru, Hurt Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Gojo Satoru-centric, Mentioned Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko is a Good Friend, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Drunk Texting, Memories, Illusions, Drunk Ieiri Shoko, Hurt Ieiri Shoko, Smoking, Post-Betrayal Series: Part 4 of Jujutsu Kaisen -Stand Alone Chapters Summary:
Si chiese perché, senza trovare risposta. Perché giaceva sdraiato in mezzo alla strada, alla tarda ora di quella sera? E così andò nell'unico posto in cui poteva sperare di incontrarlo, non avendo alcun modo di sapere dove si trovasse attualmente. Si sentiva un emerito idiota, però non poteva farne a meno... «Dovremmo ritornare a casa» mugolò in una nuvoletta grigia. Il silenzio, che accompagnò quelle sue affermazioni, le accarezzò inadeguatamente di pelle d'oca tutto il corpo sotto i vestiti, fin dentro le ossa. Attese. Era pronta alla sua protesta, si aspettava una sua smentita... Ma non fu così. Solo silenzio. Fece cadere della cenere picchiettando con il pollice la sigaretta, non si voltò nella sua direzione; «Non importa.» Era cambiato tutto. Non contava nulla quella sera. Erano soli, adesso.
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[https://twitter.com/occuItica/status/1647665970469560323?s=20]
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It's a never ending battle between drunk me and sober me.
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waver22 · 2 years
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No regrets today
Thats a problem of future me
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lovemetaprograms · 8 months
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I have been the bravest, most foolish soul, and I am proud of it.
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privatthoughtsblog · 9 months
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Darling, wenn ich mich betrunken nicht mehr bei dir meld‘, dann will ich nichts mehr von dir
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elinainai · 1 year
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—Text from my ex
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onecuddlycactus · 1 year
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A conversation from last night
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