Jun 13, 2017
oh eugh choking on orange juice is the worst
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oh eugh choking on orange juice is the worst
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this part turned out okay tbh, compared to all the other crap in my document.
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She goes absolutely still at the compliment, at the sheer resolution in his tone. “Do you really think so highly of me, Your Grace?”
His expression softens. “I thought I was quite transparent, Princess.”
Nessa stares at him, at the shadows that flicker over his face from the fire in the fireplace. She has a sudden, foolish desire to fling herself right into his arms and the thought of it makes her face burn. “Where is my bracelet?” she asks, unable to keep herself from blurting the question out.
Immediately, his hand goes to the front pocket in his shirt. He dips his fingers inside and pulls for a shiny, dangling chain. There is a shyness to his voice when he speaks. “I wore it right up until I reached the palace gates this afternoon,” he says tentatively, peeking up at her. “I didn’t want anyone to recognize it and get you in trouble.”
He extends the chain toward her and she stares at it for a moment in the palm of his hand before she closes his fingers over it. “You only came back because I asked you to,” she says softly, accusingly.
“See?” he murmurs as her hand lingers on his for just a touch too long. “Transparent.”
She looks up at him with wide eyes. “Why?”
He gives her a crooked smile. “I’m an open book, Princess.”
“From the mystery genre, perhaps,” she snorts. “I am not asking a difficult question, sir.”
“Indeed, but you are demanding difficult answers. Are you prepared for that?” he asks, tongue almost sharp, eyes almost burning into hers. Her animal curiosity insists on his honesty, but another part of her wavers, She thinks perhaps she already knows the truth, but dragging it into the light would at this point, only make things more tangled than before. Her cheeks grow rosy with the implications of it all.
not sure why im disappointed that my fic has gotten so little attention bc i knew the idea and character arent popular... i miss being a relevant writer idk
nothing says dont talk 2 me like listening 2 old bmth albums
mostly bc it makes u look like a wad
Sooo.... I just applied to a technical college that has culinary and pastry classes, for that specific degree...
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That moment when you are stuck between feeling
You are either not good enough to execute your ideas or
your ideas are not good enough to bother executing
:’)
*Winkwonk at you* Sachi@Jae-Bin
"Winkwonk right back at'cha, cheonsa.”
okay so lemme just vent for a bit since im #salty and you don't at all have to pay attention to this but like. i gotta vent. so i used to like this nerd ass boy. he's a fuckin nerd. maybe i still like him a little bit but the point is that i liked him for so damn long that it still to this day makes me really fuckin angry and i know our relationship will never progress any further than being friends so i want to stop liking him. because there's no point. so that's like the prologue the actual thing i wanna vent about (since that nerd ass boy is old news lmao bye bitch) is that since i wanna stop liking that motherfucker ive latched onto the nearest pretty boy who so happens to be a gangly boy with pale skin and the prettiest brown eyes that shine in sunlight because why not but the problem is ive talked to this boy maybe twice in my entire life and one of those times was when i was a blushing seventh grader asking him if he could sign my yearbook because i though he looked like a fictional character (not that i told him that part) so yeah. fuck me up. now the problem is that i don't know how to fuckin talk to people (thanks social anxiety) so i can't just walk right up to him and say hey i think you're real cute why don't we be friends and then maybe eventually date if it comes to that maybe next best thing (according to me) was follow him on twitter in the hopes of him following me back because then at least we'd be mutuals on something or whatever but nooooOOOOooooo this asshole won't follow me back so obviously im gonna fight the pretty drummer boy with brown eyes that shine in sunlight