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day 45
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pose from albanenechi
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for @kittcatness
send me a photo for a mood board!
a couple character refs I finished :)
Era um domingo de sol quando vocĂȘ me pediu para ficar. Ainda lembro do meu coração acelerando como se quisesse sair do peito. Eu te amava tanto, tanto e eu sabia que se vocĂȘ percebesse esse sentimento dentro de mim fugiria, eu te conhecia como ninguĂ©m. Foi difĂcil fingir que tudo nĂŁo passava de momentos e fim. Posso dizer com toda a certeza que foi o dia mais feliz da minha vida, lembro de cada segundo desse dia, o mar, o vento, o nosso dia de amor perfeito. Permiti deixar o meu coração sonhar e proibi a mente de pensar no fim. Te soltar foi uma das coisas mais difĂceis que eu fiz. Te reencontrar depois de anos e te ver feliz ao lado de outro alguĂ©m apesar de doer, me fez entender que fiz a escolha certa, vocĂȘ estĂĄ feliz e isso Ă© o que mais importa, afinal, amar tambĂ©m Ă© deixar partir.
Apesar de tudo, sempre foi amor
LOST MEDIA: untitled 2010 erotic horror film starring amber heard and megan fox. directed by catherine hardwicke.
dedicated to @expromqueen đ§
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thoughts on mr ĂĄngel valdivia, if i may ask? :3c
(<- has horrible, horrible beebo brainrot and is glad to have dragged you down with him)
OUGJ. THE. HIM. HE'S SO. AKDJDNVJFKVNFMCNAN.
There's so much wrong with him. Very very traumatized and handling it oh so poorly. Funny guy. Gay as fuck. Afflicted with The Horrors. Probably would transfix me with a story and rob me of everything I own with a charming smile. I'd probably let him
^^^ the guy in question, for anyone unfamiliar! go play detective beebo please I am incredibly normal about it
life update im getting a second cat, going to pick her up in about 3-4 hours, somehow have to focus enough to finish my shift at work first, i'm going to cry
unsure fingers braiding hair + abigail pls !!!! i know nothing about her and i would like to learn xx
eeeeeekkk yay i love abigail and i needed to write hargail before i exploded into a firey ball touch prompts
âYouâre really starting to freak me out so could you please wake up?â is the first thing Abigail perceives as she returns to her body. Her limbs are dead weights and the floorboards are sticking to her cheek and forehead, a thin film of dust set about in the path of her gaze as she blinks sluggishly.Â
Awareness comes back slowly.Â
It always does when she has a seizure.Â
But with awareness comes a burning heat in her chest as she realises there's a hand carding through her hair. She blinks again before directing her gaze up from the floor. She sees jeans ripped at the knee and tanned skin poking through the loose threads. Redness shows when the girl next to her shifts and Abigail wonders how long sheâs been there, waiting for her to wake up and come out of whatever funk that always leaves her foggy after an episode.Â
âAbi? Can you hear me?âÂ
Thatâs right, Abigail recognises that voice and the ripped jeans make a little more sense as she clues in to the presence of her roommate: Harlee.Â
Theyâve been roommates for six weeks and Abigail might have neglected to mention that she has epilepsy to the other girl. Oh well, thereâs no time like the present.Â