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cindy🌸

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attention by joji

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[ 2:04pm ] → i have a very important question for you !!!

“I mean, anyone eyes would kill to make out with Cindy, but it’s not like that. We’re just friends. If anyone’s dying to make out with me though, let me know. My DMs are always open.” ( @cyntheac )

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toroto👽

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black dog by led zeppelin

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[ 10.47am ] → do you think the aliens would think i’m a good person?

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

“All the time. In the 8 hours it would take me to sleep, I could watch like two and a half Lord of the Rings movies.”

15: Have any pets?

“My son Otis, you mean ?”

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

“Music for the most part. I was also kind of weirdly good in wood shop classes, but that’s a different story.”

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sterling🌻

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send me on my way by rusted roots

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[ 3:23pm ] → you ever wonder where peanut butter baby is at in life?

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

“Toroto explained the theory of parallel universes to me the other day. Mainly just so I could finally understand Rick and Morty, but still.” ( @totos )

Jude looked up when she heard the whisper yell in her direction. Her eyes full of curiosity as she locked in on the other. “I took it senior year of high school.” She offered with a small shrug before smirking. “If I take your online quiz you’re going to absolutely bomb the final you know.”

“You say that like there's a chance that I wasn’t going to bomb it in the first place,” he said, followed by a small bout of laughter. Quickly picking up his stuff from his spot, he slumped down in the spot next to the petite blonde. “I’m Turner,” he introduced himself, sticking his hand out towards her.

❝ THERE’S A LOT of branches of geology — way too many for my liking. i think paleontology falls under gelogy though, so i guess that’s pretty darn cool ‘cause, y’know, dinosaurs. ❞ with a smile still dancing upon her features, totoro slowly moves herself around the desk whilst doing a quick scan of the room, mentally noting a few of its inhabitants before taking a seat alongside the male. ❝ my never ending love and support is a limited time offer, and the clock’s tickin. ❞ she tilts her head towards one of the library aisles, hand moving to rest against his thigh. ❝ you gonna redeem it or what ? ❞

"Oh shit, I could major in dinosaurs ? I think I have some life decisions to reconsider,” he joked. To those close to Turner, the thought of him working a job not music related was laughable. His eyebrows knitted together in curiosity as he watched Toroto carefully investigate the rest of the room. After listening to her offer, he felt his mouth drop open into a small ‘o’ before he could stop himself. Surprise quickly turned into eagerness, and his mouth once again regaining it’s smirk. “Hell yes I’d like to redeem,” he said, keeping his voice low, his eyes looking her up and down longingly. It’d be a cold day in hell before Turner ever turned down a challenge.

Fingers typing almost aggressively, Sterling had thus far ignored the dirty looks he’d gotten for typing so loudly, sound disturbing the students around him that weren’t listening to music to drown out any other noises. The only thing that’d caught his attention was a familiar voice calling towards him, desperate for help on a quiz, “How long have you been in here for?” Sterling replied in lieu of a greeting, glancing around them before waving Turner closer so that their whisper yelling could become just whispering, “Turner, I’m not taking a quiz for you,” he mumbled sternly, “but I’ll help. I took a geology class first year. Who’s the prof?”

Picking up his things at his current spot in one fluid motion, Turner shuffled down a few spots till he was sitting next to Sterling. “Like twenty minutes, maybe. You looked, and sounded, pretty preoccupied, though,” he observed, the corners of his mouth turning up into a grin. “So I figured I should leave you to work.” That was, of course, until Turner got bored of trying to study and decided to just completely wing the quiz without studying. Not one of his brightest plans, if he was being completely honest. “Simpsons... Or maybe it was Stephens ? I haven’t been to that class in a long while,” he chuckled.