Mar 3, 2024
laying here in my bed and genuinely upset that there’s no one straddling my lap and grinding against me while we make out and mark each other
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laying here in my bed and genuinely upset that there’s no one straddling my lap and grinding against me while we make out and mark each other
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put on an outfit, can’t leave the house yet tho
my outfit needs a lap-test first
-{✖}- STARTER CALL
Random ramblings....
The only time i'll be able to say 'I have the best job/I love my job, I dun wanna do anything else anymore' would probably be when Im a SINGER. I still really want to be one...ㅡㅡ
My neighbours have people round and all I can hear is them talking really loudly like shut the fuck up some of us need quiet otherwise they'll go into sensory overload
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CAN SOMEONE LINK ME TO THE LARRY STORY THAT'S BASICALLY THE LARRY VERSION OF LOOKING FOR ALASKA?! PLEASE AND THANK YOU
i don't think that anyone understands how badly i want to win a date with nick goepper....
A Mere Miracle // Hannah&OPEN //
Hannah sat in her car, a small blue bug that Lance and Eric had gotten her. She sat at a red light, a bit impatiently. There was a car behind her that kept beeping. It was slowly becoming more and more agitating. Her small finger tapped against the steering wheel. She just wanted to go grocery shopping and then go home. This hasn’t exactly been the best week, and she had mostly been cooped up in her apartment, watching sad movies and that episode of Doctor Who where Rose gets sucked into a parallel world. The one that leaves you sobbing. She had gone to Amadeus’s for lunch Saturday, which had helped slightly. But then Lance and Eric had called, needing to stay out of town another week for the case. When the light finally turned green, she pressed on the gas, going no more than fifty miles per hour — the speed limit. She hummed along softly with the radio. Her mood was a bit better since she wasn’t being given a migraine by the car behind her. There was suddenly a loud honking, and she turned her head to see a truck coming at her. A scream ripped through the air as it rammed into the tiny car.
Hannah couldn’t breath. Something was digging into her leg. But she was still alive. She could hear people yelling and the slamming of car doors. As she looked around, she realized that the truck had hit the passenger side, and it had taken most of the blow. Glass was scattered everywhere. She groaned when she realized that the back of the car on her side had hit a tree, crushing the back and mid-part of the car. But it was still a miracle that she was alive. Biting her lip harshly, she realized that the window had been down when she was hit. Flinching, she managed to drag herself up to where where she could grip the top of the car. She took shaky but deep breaths. She could feel pain everywhere, stinging her. There were more shouts as she dragged herself out of the window, her head peeking over the top. “H-Hi,” she said sheepishly as two people came to help her. They carried her over to the side of the road, sitting her down in the grass. People kept fussing over her, checking over her. She suddenly turned as someone shouted, “HANNAH!”