Feb 10, 2025
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Holy molyy yooo
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OWM to my last orchestra concert of the school year,,, wish me luck gang‼️‼️🗣️🗣️‼️🗣️
Viktor give me strength,,,
Not to be bisexual but hgiggrudbeodgdjfgrydbfbdldrnxorkfihrglsghr. Yeah bye
TAYLOR ON VOGUE I REPEAT TAYLOR ON VOGUR
THIS IS NOT A DRILLLLLLLKKKK
yes im alreaady deead byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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SUGAR DADDY.
she had slept in his button up shirt and a tiny shred of what could have been considered underwear. all of which, gifts from lucien. his shirt, the expensive lingerie, the loft. it was all hers. it brought a very greedy smile to cross her lips, pleased with herself as she was. being a kept woman was such an UGLY way to say that she just happened to have a very wealthy boyfriend who was generous.
she sat at her vanity, readying herself for the trip that lucien was set to take her on. she was quite excited and it showed on her face. curling her hair, applying her makeup, trying out her best SHOCKED face for whatever surprises he might expose her to. there was always at least ONE surprise with him. she heard the door opened and didn’t bother to get up. “i’m in the back, baby.” before turning back.
suspicion creeps beneath your skin like a snake slithers undetected through grass
it corrupts your brain
turning it into jealousy
its too late when you realize you chose wrong
the poison had already taken hold
you were too late
and you never caught the rabbit you had been chasing
instead you chased your tail till you dropped
and i slithered away
a cunning grin upon my face
for i was the snake and you were the fox
and i killed you pretty little heart
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