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Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
( text to: ally. ) allison. ally. ally a. ( text to: ally. ) i think there’s a unIconr in my bedroom ( text to: ally. ) i’m not even at homeoh
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[text] What are you wearing? (bc allydia ????)
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( text to: ally. ) well, if you must know.( text to: ally. ) nothing.
✩ ALLY
❝ what an asshole. just say the word and i’ll light a match underneath him .❞
( text ) : why can’t burritos get me drunk?
MEME: Texts from last nightSTATUS: Accepting
[ TEXT ]; because every burrito must be consumed with a cold beer. you’re not doing it right.
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“So there’s been nothing abnormal happening here?”
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❝ you could still be what you want to be. ❞
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how treacherous hope could be. naivety, fools tongue & heart. adely looks on, sees the light that flickers within the girls’ hues and wishes she could snatch it for herself. allison has known grief, so fatal a company, and she stands with fairness & offers so delicate of thoughts, yet. how has she fostered such strength? how has she not given to the addictive weight of a saddened, sorrow-lorn heart? mortal flesh rang so purely, bones grown weaker with time, when such a concept had become long lost to herself.
dusk had long since tangled itself with the dawn, and still she was not able to keep still, could not find solace in the idea of home. it was a faithless duty to protect that which was destroyed so maliciously; she could not be everywhere at once.
trees have fallen & stems snapped in her absence. every moment was precious and yet she could no longer tell the difference between an hours past and merely a brief instance. what she wanted to be held no matter –– - a girl, a lover, a vessel of age & grief. something death could touch. ( so divine it must be, becoming one with the soil beneath their feet. and yet every being she had crossed who would know such a fate found themselves defined by the years they had left, rather than sapping them for what they were worth. ) she had no choice. she had no choice. this is what she needed to be. this was all she could be. ❛ i’ve grown tired trying to believe such things. you are kind, to see in me what i can’t for myself. i’m not quite sure who i am anymore, let alone what i wish to be. ❜
@runswiithwolves ;;
❝ How many more people have to die in this town before you realize that this is never going to end? And that we need to start thinking about a life outside of Beacon Hills? ❞
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