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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐝𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

Joined June 2015
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 & 𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅.
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Mine. All fucking mine.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ introvert vibes.
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐓. 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐒 Wild child. Adventure seeker. Editor by day, singer and lyricist by night. Literate and descriptive. MDNI. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🖤 + ↺
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⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ feeling nice on a dreaded Tuesday.
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⠀people ⠀that ⠀can ⠀hurt ⠀youˏ ⠀the ⠀ones ⠀that ⠀can ⠀𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 ⠀hurt ⠀youˏ ⠀are ⠀the ⠀ones ⠀that ⠀are ⠀close ⠀enough ⠀to ⠀do ⠀it.
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is this coffin built for one or two? asking for a friend.
⠀ slowly stepping out of his coffin and closing the lid behind him. he leisurely stretches long limbs and slips a satin robe over his naked body before walking towards the window to people watch. the night is young, and he wonders what trouble it holds in store. ⠀
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You’re letting me off easy. Not willing to break out the cuffs to teach me a lesson?
I don’t call it a punishable offense, maybe a little cold shoulder type of offense. Which will last maybe a few hours.
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That’s the appropriate reaction to an absolute smoke show. Anything less is a punishable offense.
[snickering.] you’re silly as hell.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ yoga mornings. ੈ✩‧₊˚
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-her in all aspects of my life if given a real chance. Maybe I was the only one that felt it but I knew there was a story still being written between us, elegant scripture that bound us together like red thread. What was she doing now? My hand slips into my pocket fumbling-
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-for my phone with a lack of finesse that prompts sheepish chuckle. All that time on the island and 𝐧𝐨𝐰 my nerves were getting to me. I swallow them back, punching in her number and hitting call before I have the chance to talk myself out of it.
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𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. || @HellionInHeelz. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕. I feel the invasive tendrils of reality creeping back in as the magic of Fiji begins to fade. That's usually how these things go, a handful of invaluable moments to add to the collection of memories that will-
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-eventually begin gathering dust, but 𝒉𝒆𝒓 — she was something that wouldn't easily be forgotten. Even now, as I trace the bold inked return date on my ticket back home my thoughts are centered on Mylah and the way she fit against me, how effortlessly I could make space for-
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