EAT MY SHORTS.

FUCKINDILDOS. PRIVATE / LOW ACTIVITY JOHN BENDER FROM THE BREAKFAST CLUB.

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laurel (she / her). 30+ years young. CST. due to my full-time job and enjoying most of my (minimal) free time offline, my time for tumblr has become increasingly small. THAT SAID: i’m typically available via discord for chatting / plotting and writing! i love plotting and really prefer developing out dynamics so, please feel free to come yell at me anytime! i am also pretty good at responding to my IMs -- along with discord -- if you prefer that. for IMs, you can best reach me here ♥︎ so, if you’re ok with all that? we should be groovy, friends!

(the cigarette:     a little glimpse of paradise,   rebellion packed neatly into a little stick of gum disease and reduced life chances     …      she would snatch for it,  if she doesn’t think he would easily be able to keep it out of her reach).      ‘‘     that seems like a double - edged sword.   so,  what,  i’m supposed to say i am a narc to earn your trust?    not falling for that one.     ’’        the hand is held out and cassie eyes it suspiciously.   the nightingale has been tricked before:    that is why her wings have been cut to the bone.       ‘‘   alright,  trick,   are you feeling generous today?    well,   are ya?     ’’

(exterior:     the outside of a school,    where she’s trying to bum a cigarette   ...   so far,  no dice).     ‘‘   nope.   i stole it from late night tv.     what,   was it too cliche?   ’’      talking about cliche:    the denim jacket was so very high school bad boy of him.   hence,  cigarettes.     ‘‘     do you have a smoke or not?   i’m not a cop.     ’’