Hey guys! I’m sorry, but I’ll be deleting this blog in a few days;;
I haven’t really posted much on here, and I just kinda lost motivation for it;; I’ve decided to focus on the other blogs I have instead. Sorry for the inconvenience! Please have a great day/night! :)
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↖This blog will be screamer free on April Fool’s Day.
remember kids, anxious fuckers like me can’t handle jump scares without having a panic attack!!
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❤️💙💛💚💜💔❣💕💞💓💗💖💝💘💟 Get recked,, ok u don’t actually need to answer em all lol 😂
『❁』Miman, you’re a total goddess, thank you so much! ;v;
『❁』I’ll do them all, just slowly but sure so look out for any reblogs!
Keep reading
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“Oh hello. Do I have a moment? Do you have a question?”
Ask box is open!
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“Hi, darlings!! I’m flavio, and my husband and I have lived here for a bit! We’re finally up and running though! I teach at the local elementary, and my class is so so sweet!! Let me know if you have any questions!”
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❤️💙💛💚💜💔❣💕💞💓💗💖💝💘💟 Get recked,, ok u don’t actually need to answer em all lol 😂
『❁』Miman, you’re a total goddess, thank you so much! ;v;
『❁』I’ll do them all, just slowly but sure so look out for any reblogs!
❤️ |➺| A happy memory that makes them smile
Ever since Yao was a little baby, he has been constantly left in the care of his mother’s (best?) friend. She was always traveling who knows where for work reasons, leaving Yao at most 2 weeks there from time to time.
He grew up with a man named Toris Laurinaitis and his son Aidas, as an honorary member of their family. He had made a lot of happy memories with them, many that always leaves him smiling, but his favourite memory with them was when he was 7 years old.
It was a rainy afternoon in which Yao was sitting in one of the table’s chair with Aidas. Toris had closed the shop because of the strong rain and was now making the two children some cepelinai and beetroot soup for dinner.
From the table they were sitting on, the two children could observe Toris making dinner, and both seemed really interested in the way he was doing so. Toris soon noticed their staring and smiled, ❝Do you two want to help?❞ He asked them.
Yao nodded shyly as Aidas just looked away and pretended he wasn’t looking. Toris chuckled, montioning for Yao to come closer, which the child comeplied and went to stand in front of him.
Toris put Yao on a stool, and proceed to instruct him as they made everything.
Ever since then, Yao has always loved to cook.
『❁』I rewrote this one ‘cuz the other wan didn’t satisfied me much
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“Any questions for me? Or anything I Can Help You With?”
Ask Box is Now Open!
// ask blog for @aph-greenwell-garden-au
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Ask box open!
Bonjour, mon amours! Why dont you ask me or Matthieu something?
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“Hey, I’m Eszter. I am going to Greenwell university, and I want to become a film director. I have a lovely girlfriend, and she wants to be an actress. I love riding my motorcycle around town and filming the garden.”
(Askbox open) @aph-greenwell-garden-au
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Freedom from the Past
Darkness enveloped the man, and the room remained quiet aside from the soft taps that jarringly rang out in the silence. He strained his eyes, the glare of the illuminated computer screen before him making it difficult to see in the late hours. A soft chime at the foot of his chair drew his attention, and he shifted his gaze downward to spy a pair of sage green eyes staring back at him. A small smile won over his features, and he reached down to scoop the little ball of silver fur safely into his arms and onto his lap. He whispered words of endearment to his beloved companion, a soft chuckle rising from his throat as he returned to his task. His fingers danced across the keyboard, releasing a quiet symphony of little taps against the surfaces of the keys. His vision blurred as he clicked, and clicked, and clicked, and the images disappeared one by one. A triumphant smile shone on his face despite the treacherous tears that cascaded down his cheeks with his every movement. He released the mouse, pushed himself away from the computer, and laid back in his chair as each and every one of his sobs destroyed the sacred silence of his flat. Yet, despite the tears, and despite the pain, he knew in his heart of hearts that he was happy. He was free at last. Forcing a grin upon his features, he held his precious little cat close to himself.
“He’s gone,” he declared in victory amidst his tears. “He’s gone, Albi…he’s finally gone.”
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