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hey! so i had a dream one night and i decided to turn it into a fic! here is a little snippet of it! please let me know if you are interested! Summary: A year after the events of Maeve, Spencer Reid  meets a girl in his grief support group. Spencer doesn’t think much of her, he barely even notices her until one day she sees him sitting alone at her favorite cafe. Follow the two through their story of friendship, loss, and love. 

I remember Andrew once saying that sometimes doing something that your partner used to love is a good way of keeping them in your life and honoring them. 

“Florence! Your iced vanilla latte is ready” the barista called out for me. I made my way to the bar and grabbed my drink, eager to take the first sip. 

When I turned around I saw him. The boy from my grief support group. I hadn’t seen him in a while. He hadn’t been at the last two meetings and I had only seen him in here maybe once in the last week. He was cute in a boyish type way. He looked lonely sitting all by himself by the window bar. Before I could even register what my body was doing my feet were taking me to where he was sitting, silently staring out the window. I racked my brain trying to remember his name again. After a few seconds I came to the unsure conclusion that it was Spencer. 

“Hey. I know you.” I said once I was standing next to him. “I think we’re in the same support group. I’m Florence.” I said sticking her hand out for him to shake. He looked up at me for a moment, then shifted his eyes down to where my arm was extended. He gave me a small wave and I dropped my arm after realizing that he wasn’t going to shake my hand.

 “I’m Spencer.” He said, confirming that I did remember his name. 

hey! so i had a dream one night and i decided to turn it into a fic! here is a little snippet of it! please let me know if you are interested! Summary: A year after the events of Maeve, Spencer Reid  meets a girl in his grief support group. Spencer doesn’t think much of her, he barely even notices her until one day she sees him sitting alone at her favorite cafe. Follow the two through their story of friendship, loss, and love. 

I remember Andrew once saying that sometimes doing something that your partner used to love is a good way of keeping them in your life and honoring them. 

“Florence! Your iced vanilla latte is ready” the barista called out for me. I made my way to the bar and grabbed my drink, eager to take the first sip. 

When I turned around I saw him. The boy from my grief support group. I hadn’t seen him in a while. He hadn’t been at the last two meetings and I had only seen him in here maybe once in the last week. He was cute in a boyish type way. He looked lonely sitting all by himself by the window bar. Before I could even register what my body was doing my feet were taking me to where he was sitting, silently staring out the window. I racked my brain trying to remember his name again. After a few seconds I came to the unsure conclusion that it was Spencer. 

“Hey. I know you.” I said once I was standing next to him. “I think we’re in the same support group. I’m Florence.” I said sticking her hand out for him to shake. He looked up at me for a moment, then shifted his eyes down to where my arm was extended. He gave me a small wave and I dropped my arm after realizing that he wasn’t going to shake my hand.

 “I’m Spencer.” He said, confirming that I did remember his name. 

don’t buy it.

our younger brothers and sisters might eat a tide pod and get us blamed for it, but we have more in common with them than we ever had with boomers or gen x.

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Saturday, February 13th: Hi everyone, I’m Gemma, a bi, mentally ill disaster, who’s in desperate need of help. I've had to remake this, as I still need help and I'm become a bit ill from the flu and need medicine.

As most of you are already aware, I have been struggling financially for quite some time due to my welfare benefits being under a review, which is due to my worsening mental health and the UK’s controversial changes to how benefits are assessed and assigned. And at the moment, I'm currently struggling to get by, as I don't receive my U.C benefit until the end of the month, and I am still awaiting the outcome of my PIP assessment (March 2021 at the latest)

I'm completely heartbroken to keep asking for help, but I still desperately need some as I don't have anyone else to turn to, and I really need to keep my utilities/heating on as it's now between -6 /-12°c here and getting colder. (Goal £200)

If anyone could send me £10/£20 for my gas/electricity meters or a little more to help me get flu medicine + groceries to do me til the end of the month, it would literally save my life, and sharing definitely helps just as much as donations. Nobody is obligated in any way to donate if they can’t or don’t want to, I know we’re all struggling right now.

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