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send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours.
12:19PM // junior year of high school
“hey pwetty pwncess. ok so i just got the restaurant and this guy won’t stop staring at me. i turned my seat and he moved so he can continue staring, i might stab him or something worse. so hurry the fuck up before i end up being a real life taken movie. ok. love you. can’t wait to see you.”








