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um no bc i think u both ruin everything
UR GROUNDED go to ur room and play w/ ur clown toys
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boredeath replied to your post: boredeath liked your post:alex voice: wtf edward...
um no bc i think u both ruin everything
UR GROUNDED go to ur room and play w/ ur clown toys
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boredeath liked your post:alex voice: wtf edward why would i kill u when u...
my dandy boy !!! is this u taking great great great great great great great grandmama’s side
me: logs onto this blog after 50 years. @boredeath:
“ so let’s trust one another. keep this from my mother ( ? ) ”
@boredeath / starter call don’t tell mama -- cabaret
raise ur hand if u have ever been personally victimized by dandy mott ( @boredeath )
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boredeath replied to your post “unsends: im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill”
ur welcome :^)
fuckin FIGHT ME dandle
@boredeath uploaded to the cloud.
“honey, if you’re gonna keep looking at me like that it had better be because i am looking BODACIOUS tonight.”
she’s kidding. (kind of.)
*✶✦ // @boredeath // x.
door opens with a timid creak. figure struggles against the cold gusts of wind surging in, takes a moment to recognize the man on their doorstep.
‘ mr. mott, sir. the the rally was postponed due to the storm. we thought we’d contacted you, but .. ’
he trails off. it becomes clear what little difference explanation would make. gaze slides, hovering around the outlines of angled face but never truly meeting eyes. presence cowers in the company of looming confidence itself, prestige oozing from the refinement of attire and poised set of shoulders.
‘ my ma’s busy with the children. p .. please come in. ’