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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone-accepting selectively
NAME: ugh this guy
RINGTONE: jenna marbles saying: “my bank account has more digits than your phone number”
PICTURE: http://65.media.tumblr.com/c2b328a6ece12dd2e1e768c8d55d4e79/tumblr_inline_obghzmsaPL1ty1s5y_540.jpg
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: stop telling people that
LAST TEXT SENT: stop saying what? that i could eat more marshmallows than you
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DO ITTTT. i love it so much and lu is my babyyyyy
“replied to...replied to” that made me laugh. I WILL THO! I’ll find it online and then like cry who needs sleep
❛ I can’t understand nothingness. I can’t understand it and I can’t imagine it. ❜
a meme i can’t remember. | not accepting.
“don’t think about it then.” comes her ( rather blunt ) reply, head tilted down and dark eyes focused on her hands. “just, stop THINKING about it so much.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
four word prompts | accepting.
She lifts her head slowly from it’s place planted in her open book, eyes heavy with sleep and hair in a disarray. It takes her a minute to reorient herself, but when she does she realizes she’s fallen asleep in the library whilst trying to finish an assignment she’d forgotten about. After pushing her hair back into a ponytail she gives him a small shrug and a tired smile, “sort of, but I probably needed to wake up anyways.” Ginny leans back in her chair, stretching sore limbs above her head, “did you need something? Or do you just like waking up poor souls from their library naps?”
