#irosethedead

“Kid that’s- one of the nicest presents I’ve ever gotten. Thanks-” Stanley smiled, embracing his nephew softly.

“Hey don’t worry about how I died. It.... it really doesn’t matter”

//well now they’re on the Bonnie blog (@gottakeepemall) more often, which is fine, cuz they’re ok! and Bonnie is really freakin’ cute.

@irosethedead  “ Happy birth , ...J*ff. “ he grumbled, shoving a paper bag towards him. 

   “Really?       -- This is going to be the best.”

   “I want to tell Grenda soooo bad.”

           ✒️ ❛ Dipper...? ❜ Cue the older man closing the journal he was reading and scrawling in. It was in the late of the night, much later than he had expected anyone to be awake for. Adjusting his glasses, he turned in his seat to look over at the boy. He had been catching up, and relooking over old entries of his, however the basement was very... stuffy and confining. He had gone up into his room in the Shack, leaving open the door for air circulation. It was the soft pitter patter of feet, and the creaking of the boy leaning against the barrier, causing the hinges to squeak that alerted him of his presence. ❛ What are you doing up so late? I didn’t wake you, did I? ❜

   “Dipper, I’m not going to survive high school.        I’ll be the weird girl.”