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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ∞ ⠀ ∿ ⠀ 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 ⠀ 𝑖𝑡 ⠀ out ⠀ 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆⠀ ˒ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ʙᴜᴛ ⠀ ⁱ ⠀ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 ⠀ i⠀ ̵𝗹̵𝗼̵𝘀̵𝘁̵ ⠀ 𝑖𝑡⠀ .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ∞ ⠀⠀ 𝓘𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝓥𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ⠀⠀ ˒ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ her gaze drifted to stefanie's hand, the restless fidgeting with the ring, the sharp spike of anxiety that isn't entirely her own threading beneath her ribs. she softens her stance without thinking. — ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
stefanie looked towards the woman, nodding as she scratched the back of her neck. she exhaled a soft sigh before speaking. "uh, tomorrow at six? i'll text you a meeting spot?" she blinked a few times. was this real life right now? she shook her head —
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ — " yeah ... yeah, it'll be okay. " she pauses. " maybe not easy. probably not pretty. but okay? we can get it there. " her voice carried a quiet certainty, the kind that doesn't rely on hope so much as — ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ — sheer, stubborn will. " you won't be doing any of this alone. " ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ there's so much about him that she can't put her finger on. at least he's intriguing. she likes that. she gladly takes the glass he slides in her direction, picking it up and giving the liquor a small — ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
a smile etched onto his lips as he nodded. his full body turning towards her to speak. "you could say that," his tone louder than usual. "i've got a friend that works here. gives me the expensive drinks." he grinned, sliding a glass towards her. "let loose. have some fun. —
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ — inspection before knocking it back, exhaling as the beverage slightly burns her throat. " what 𝘸𝘢𝘴 that? " ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀ . . . everything given , nothing gained . this — body of mine is 𝔟͟𝔩͟𝔬͟𝔬͟𝔡͟-͟𝔰͟𝔱͟𝔞͟𝔦͟𝔫͟𝔢͟𝔡͟ !
ᅠ ﹙ ‧ ‧ ‧ ﹚ oh , my god , i feel invincible —— and when the sun comes up , i feel despicable . ᅠ
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⠀ ⭒⠀ ݁ ⠀ᵀᴴᴱ 𝓜𝑌𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑌 𝑩𝑶𝒀 . ⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ◟˚𖥻 ๑ ‧₊˚ ◟✶ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿. xitter.gq/yabaniaep/status/17715…
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‍ ‍ ࣪‍ ‍ ִֶָ 𑣲.‍ ‍ 𓂃﹐‍ ‍ 𝓘𝐒𝑳𝑨.‍ ‍ˎˊ retweeted
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓢𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓒𝐀𝐋𝐋 ♡ this tweet for a small written starter. ↻ to plot in dms ╱ discuss a connection. ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘋𝘜𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 ・・・ ⠀⠀ ∞ 𝓐𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝑰𝑨 𝓥𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝑵𝑻 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
what does freedom really mean when demanded of you by a god?
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⠀⠀ her usual worries are left at the door as soon as she steps inside, ensuring not to go too far ahead. she’d let the pro lead the way. “ you’ve been here before, i assume? ” she asks, attempting to raise her voice over the — ⠀⠀
his gaze flickered over her features, a slight head tilt as he stayed silent for a moment. a slight furrow of his brow as he his gaze dropped to her smile which resulted in his own returning. "i won't lose you. i’m good at keeping an eye on people." he spoke as he —
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‍ ‍ ࣪‍ ‍ ִֶָ 𑣲.‍ ‍ 𓂃﹐‍ ‍ 𝓘𝐒𝑳𝑨.‍ ‍ˎˊ retweeted
Your favorite professor Julian J.D. Davenport
Lies charming smile and dark desires
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⠀⠀ pausing at the door, eyes staring straight ahead, the flash of colourful lights flickering across her visage. this is 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 of people. she braces herself for the impact, like an all - consuming blow of their mixed emotions. — ⠀⠀
a grin formed on his lips as he nodded towards her. a flick of his tongue as he hummed. "damn. good thing i’m good at waiting. i've got some patience." he murmured quietly. soon reaching the club, he grabbed a side door and opened it, glancing over towards her. —
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⠀⠀ — but then, it never comes. it doesn’t swallow her. doesn’t knock her off her feet. in fact, all she senses is … fun. they’re carefree. for one night, this is her escape. she looks up at him, her previously uncertain — ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ — expression now reading more willing. she smiles, dropping her head into a nod. “ just don’t lose me. ” ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ watching his feet shift on the pavement, her gaze finally finds his again, amusement tracing along her lips as she watches him walk backwards. a small chuckle follows his egotistical comment, but she can’t deny that he has — ⠀⠀
he watched her gaze advert, his own glancing ahead of them. a street light caught his attention for a moment. he slid his hands into his jeans' pockets. his gaze flickered back towards the brunette with a soft hum. "you're welcome." he spoke, —
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⠀⠀ — charm. “ i got no complaints so far. ” she teases, pushing loose strands of hair from her face, tucking them carefully behind her ears. “ but i’ll wait until the end of the night to give you your official rating. ” ⠀⠀
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