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gemma-collins-ily · 3 years

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It’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do Jesper celebrating the reader’s birthday?

Jesper Celebrating the Reader's Birthday

a/n - keep in mind, fics don't normally come out this quickly, but I saw this and wanted to release it on your special day! This may be a little uncoordinated but I hope you enjoy and have a brilliant day! Also, just to let everyone know, requests are closed for a few days, just so I can catch up on requests xoxo 💞

Warnings: nothing?

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 @i-am-the-1930s @inthegistoftime

it is guaranteed

you hear me?

guaranteed

that he will try to plan you a party

it's Jesper, he has to

so he'll set up streamers and a huge poster displaying your age

for all who enter the Slat to see

he'll get Nina to distract you, taking you out for waffles probably

his words would probably be exactly like this:

"I don't know Neens, just take them away from the Slat and don't come back till, like ummm seven."

she'd look at the half hung decorations and many more still in boxes disapprovingly and ask:

"You didn't plan this out did you?"

"Are you accusing me, the Jesper Fahey, himself, of being disorganised?"

She grabbed her coat and you, covering your eyes as she went, very clearly conveying something was happening, then left without a word more.

so, by now, you knew something was happening

or at least suspected it

but would go along with it for Jesper

trailing after Nina until your feet were sore

finally having enough and asking if you could stop and sit on a bench

she agreed with a groan

so, she was obviously tired too

"How long do we need to stay out?"

"I really do not know what you're talking about, (Y/N)."

"Come on, I know there's a surprise back at the Slat, I just need to know how long I have to wait to go home."

she'd continue to blatantly refuse the very idea of a surprise until she randomly gave in

and you'd smirk, happy to get the answer

as soon as it neared seven, she'd try to drag you back to the Slat but you'd tell her they wouldn't be ready yet

Nina would not listen and take you firmly by the wrist, marching back to the Slat

when you got there you were right

of course

bestie, can you predict the future?

no, actually

you just know how frazzled your boyfriend can get

but you were surprised to see even Kaz was helping

it did not look like he wanted to be there voluntarily

but still

you take what you can get

it was an effort so you appreciated it

when Nina would let out a dramatic gasp at the sight of Kaz Brekker hanging up decor, Jes would notice you

yelling at Nina to take you out again or to your room

just go over and peck him on the lips, tell him you don't really care about the streamers and he'll relax

even if he wanted it to be perfect

you have all the calming techniques down bestie

Kaz will sigh exaggeratingly and drop the colourful swirly thing he was eyeing with disgust

it would be between his forefinger and thumb as he did so

and this meant it was twice as funny to you

oops you may have laughed

you received a glare in return

aww such a nice present

everyone say thank you Kaz

anyway

there's probably a table with gifts on it

kaz got you a new book

but left it anonymously

no message on the tag even if you know it's him

you thank him and he pretends he has no clue who gave it to you

"Awwww, thanks Kaz."

"I didn't get you a gift, (Y/N). It's obviously from someone else."

Inej would get you some sort of herbal tea I think

if you don't like tea then it's probably also a book

wow what a match for those two

thinking the same thoughts

Nina may have forgotten to get a present and would promise waffles instead

or she'd have tried to sneakily get a board game while you were out earlier

you acted like you did not notice

it's a grammy award for you

Matthias could have either gotten you some kruge because he wasn't sure what you wanted

or a new scarf, coat ect.

he has a pretty good taste in fashion

now, Jesper would either wait till later to give you his gifts

because aww, sentimentality

or he'd give you them with everyone else's to make you blush publicly

at that point, you wouldn't care

either way, he'd keep at least one spare to give to you in private

I think his gifts would be a little something like this:

a type of jewelry, whether it be a necklace or an anklet, it would have a J on it

he probably bought a matching one for him with your initial on it too

a necklace feels a little more personal but could be taken advantage of by enemies

like in finding out you were together

not like it was oBVIOUS or anything

but an anklet would ultimately be sturdier and less likely to be taken as a means of affection from a loved one

so anklet it is

chocolates that are actually quite rich in flavour and are rare in Ketterdam

he saved up some money for those

if you like to play with his rings

he'll have bought you one

again, it may be a little blander to avoid it being interpreted as a gift of love by enemies

you didn't mind it being a little more hidden

Jesper was happy with you and you with Jesper

so you felt no need to show off to the world

you would probably take it off if you had to do any good old fashioned fist fighting

pocketing it quickly

he'd also give you a nail makeover the next day

but you would have to paint on his nails in return because if he tried, he would probably mess up while using his non-dominant hand to paint the other

you could match because #couplegoals

he'd bring you breakfast in bed the day after your birthday

being so busy planning the day before, he didn't get you any

I hate to disappoint but it would not be made by him

he would burn everything

so Matthias' second present to you is the breakfast

delivered by Jesper

he'd probably be sat at the counter making snarky remarks about Matthias' cooking

until he got whacked with a tea towel

if you're an early bird

Jes would be given the task of distracting you and stopping you from walking downstairs

or getting out of bed at all

this could be easily done with the persuasion of cuddles

then Matthias would yell for him and he'd have to leave to get the tray

when he brings it up he'll sit you between his legs, leaning your back against his chest and resting the tray on your knees

may feed you bites that sOMEHOW end up like a lady and the tramp scene

even if it's a slice of french toast, he'll manage

would tactfully steal little bits off your plate

and you couldn't really be mad at him because he would just smile charmingly

(maybe with half a piece of bacon sticking out of the side of his mouth)

but charming none the less

he might have a gift hidden in the corner of a chest of drawers somewhere you find one day and he remembers he was supposed to wrap that up and give it to you

if it's almost a year later and near your next birthday

just leave it on his dresser

no words need to be exchanged

the only difference is now one of your presents is less of a surprise

oh cards

kaz would write in his a simple,

'Inej made me write this. Have a good day. You are one year closer to being dead. Congratulations.

-Signed sincerely, Kaz Brekker'

Nina and Matthias share a card

meaning she wrote it and he signed his name with an extra

'I hope you have a lovely day, (Y/N).'

Nina's message/ the main one in the card would be:

'I can't believe we're all growing so old now! Anyway, we love you, hope you enjoy the presents and your birthday. You deserve it! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Nina'

Inej's would have a very sincere message:

'(Y/N),

You are truly a wonderful friend and person, helping everyone with anything they may need. I feel so lucky to have you as my friend and I hope you will continue to be for years to come. You deserve a fantastic day and I hope you get one, I know Jes will try to make it perfect!

-From, Inej x

p.s - I tried to get Kaz to sign a card, but he was smirking and wouldn't let me see it before he put it in the envelope, so I'm terribly sorry if it's rude.'

now to Jesper's

'Love,

I adore you with all my heart and wish you a truly happy birthday. I hope you like the gifts I bought, I wanted to symbolise my love for you through each. I know one or two presents are a little bland but I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me. You are the most amazing partner I could ever dream of having, and every time you do something, I never expect it.

You are unpredictable, my love, and I can honestly say I do not mind it. In fact, it is one of the many factors that made me fall in love with you. Have a happy birthday!

-Love from Jesper, xxx

p.s - Kaz looked terrifyingly happy when he finished signing your card so be careful, he probably pulled something.

you might have cried

yes

you, a Crow, feared on the streets sniffled over even Kaz's message

knowing if he didn't actually want to, there was no way he would have signed that card

all in all, you have a great birthday and Jesper (and everyone else) makes you feel really special

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morethanamillennial · 5 years

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An Open Letter to the Boy Who Broke More Than My Heart

Dear "Sunshine”, Hey, it’s been a while. How’s school? I know you were worried, you’ve never been very good at balancing school work with all the other stuff you do. I haven’t seen you around lately, which is a relief. Sometimes I feel this almost uncontrollable urge to go over to your building and confront you. The thing is, I’m not sure what I would say. Besides, I’m being the bigger person, letting this go, not holding you accountable for what you did. It’s not worth the effort - you’re not worth the effort. If I could talk to you, though, I think I’d just ask why. I want answers. I want to understand what happened, how love turned so sour, why either of us let things happen the way they did.

It turns out that I don’t need you to answer those questions. The more space I get, the more the memories start coming back and filling in the gaps, and the more I trust myself to make conclusions. What I’ve found is this: I had a role in things, obviously, but I’m not the villain I always saw myself as. I was a girl who wanted to please you, wanted to be a “good” girlfriend. Suggestions were requirements in my mind, and I quickly lost track of who I really was in the quest to be what you wanted. Regardless, let’s be real: I came out of that relationship a lot worse than I went in, and you came out of it mostly unscathed. You hurt me, badly, and figuring out why haunted me for so many days and nights.

The answer’s quite simple, really. You’re insecure and immature. They’re harsh criticisms, I’m aware, but they sum things up well. From your irresistible sexual urges to your disputes with the way I dressed and acted and talked to your inability to have a mature conversation or take care of yourself, you truly epitomized a boy struggling with himself and making it the world’s problem.

In our (really, your) sexual life, your urges had to be fulfilled, had to be validated so you didn’t feel like something was wrong with wanting them. Whether I was uncomfortable or telling you to stop didn’t really matter, did it? After you stole my first kiss with my arms pinned to the bed and my head pulling away, I learned quickly that “no” didn’t do much good. What was I supposed to do except be labeled a tease? I was the slut and the ho of the group after all, I shouldn’t have had a problem putting out. So I started saying, “not yet,” knowing I would give in soon enough to the obligations of my “good” girlfriend role. After all, if I didn’t give you what you wanted, you’d go down one of three paths: start rambling about how awful and weird you were for wanting it, find a way to get it by not admitting what you were doing, or just take it anyway.

The thing is, you wanted me to give away everything in the dark, but things were different in the daylight. You didn’t trust yourself to be good enough, so you couldn’t trust me to be myself. If yours weren’t the only eyes that saw me - my top was sheer or too low cut, or I didn’t cross my legs prim and proper - then I was betraying you. Other eyes would turn into other hands, and then you would lose me. Remember that time at a party where I was sitting on the floor with my legs parted and you stepped on the middle of my skirt to make sure no one could see anything? God, I can still feel the humiliation. In a way, it’s funny that I met the boy I love now during a time where I was dressing the most conservative - my heart was stolen from you, but it had nothing to do with my body. It must be crazy to you that someone could fall in love without eyes looking down a dress or hands slipping up one.

But whenever I noticed an issue like those, I was so often faced by an impossible question: how do you argue with someone who crumples at the slightest pang of guilt? It’s impossible to truly express a problem or concern when you have to spend all your energy reassuring the other person that they’re not awful for making you feel the way they did. So I usually ended up just taking it back. “Never mind, I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it.” All my pain turned inwards, because telling you about it would just be asking for you to break down. I understand you have a past, so do I. You need to face this, though. You can’t live all your life unable to face any guilt or acknowledgement of wrongdoing. Ultimately, your inability to deal with the little things led to you hurting me on such a larger scale.

Besides your inability to handle guilt, you could never face conflict either. You prefer to stand off to the side, agreeing with one side on Monday and the other on Tuesday - whatever it takes to keep people from getting mad at you. I have to say, that doesn’t seem super healthy, but to each their own. The problem is that I had to fit into that lifestyle. I’m outspoken and strongly opinionated and loud and stubborn. That’s part of what makes me who I am. You didn’t really care about me being me, though, just about keeping out of drama. So you’d complain, asking me if I could just stop being so opinionated, if I could keep my thoughts to myself. My voice was inconvenient to you, and so you wanted it gone. What hurt the most is that, if drama ever did arise, you assumed I was in the wrong. “She says you were being passive aggressive, why would you do that? Now I’m in the middle.” “I heard you called her a slut, so I apologized for you to everyone involved. You can’t say that kind of thing.” Once again, however, I couldn’t confront you about it for fear of you breaking down.

Your immaturity meant I could never trust you to take care of yourself either. My life became consumed by making sure you were okay, since I knew you wouldn’t. You couldn’t stand up for yourself, so I felt that I had to step in. You didn’t eat, so I made you food regularly. Any time I spent talking to you was less time you spent sleeping, so I felt awful for even wanting to talk to my boyfriend. You worked yourself to exhaustion and never took a break, so I watched on, a ball of anxiety, making sure you drank water and sat down. If I couldn’t take care of you, what was I worth?

In the end, I left for none of these reasons, because I didn’t even realize them until your grip on my mind started to fade. Still, I’m glad I left, and I’m not sorry for a second - at least not for you. I’m sorry to myself for staying as long as I did, for ever believing that your needs and feelings mattered more than mine. I’m sorry to myself for learning to be silent and forgetting who I was.

I hope you learn to love yourself as deeply as I once did. I hope you grow up and find yourself the way I’m trying to now. To be blunt, though, I don’t particularly care. You’re not my problem anymore, and you never should have been to begin with. Just one request: let me move on. Best wishes, A girl you’ll never truly know P.S. I’m dyeing my hair pink this weekend. You’d hate it, as you told me so many times, but I really couldn’t care less. I’m going to look so beautiful, a word I no longer define by how much I fit your fantasies.

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milleniumhan · 6 years

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Love has a mind of its own. (Joe Keery x Reader)

Note: Hey guys! So, I know I said I would post the second part of the “Leave, just like everyone does” series, buutt I’m a terrible person and decided to change some details, so I’m still working on it and it won’t be up until next week, probably, hopefully sooner. I’m sorry. :((( Pls love me. Anyway, this is also the first part of a three part (or maybe four, we’ll see) mini series. I hope you like it! I really enjoyed coming up with it and actually writing something.

P.S.: Last note, promise. I don’t currently have a tag list, but since I will be posting quite a lot for both mini-series I thought I should start one! Please let me know if you want to be in it. Message me or leave me a comment! I won’t bite! Okay, I’ll leave you alone to it now, gogogo! enjoy! <3

Summary: In which you meet Joe by mere coincidence! Turns out you have more than just a friend in common. New York is nice but loving Joe Keery is nicer.

“New York, Queens. It’s a rough borough but hey, it’s home.” You laughed probably a little bit too hard at the obvious Spider-man reference. You always liked New York even though you weren’t originally from there. Although it was just another big grey city for most people, you always thought it held the most colourful culture inside of its concrete walls. The people were a little scary though, you had to admit. Always rushing from side to side and pushing you when necessary to get to their destination on time. You didn’t mind, though, not one bit. You were currently sitting at a small coffee shop near Queens Boulevard with your best friend, Will. You had met him a couple years back when you first came to New York to continue your studies, he was actually a New York native, from Queens...and a huge nerd, obviously. You were sitting side to side on a booth next to a wall that was, actually, just a huge, shiny window. “I wonder how they clean them...” you thought to yourself. It was the middle of spring and the view from there was actually really beautiful, hence the stupid quote that had previously come out of Will’s mouth. After you stopped laughing like a complete dork, Will started. “Hey, so, are you still up for tonight? I can pick you up if you’d like.” “Yeah! Sure! you know I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world” you ended with an exaggerated toothy smile gaining a chuckle from Will. You guys had a tradition: every year you would dress up in crazy over-the-top sparkly outfits and go down to his aunt’s club for “Disco night”, this year was going to be a little bit different though, Will’s brother, who was visiting from California with some of his friends,was tagging along too.

After a while you both got up and started to walk down the boulevard. “Wow”, you thought to yourself, the weather was so nice that day. You could see the light passing through the branches and leaves of the trees and you could feel the sumbeams creeping on your face, instantly warming up your previously cold cheeks. You were taking in the whole thing when Will said, out of the blue, “You know, one of them is from Massachusetts? That’s so weird.” Will’s voice sounded almost confused, which intrigued you. “One of Mike’s friends?” you looked over at him and he responded with a nod. “Why is that weird?” you continued in a questioning manner. “Well...I don’t know, I just think it’s funny how they are both from different states and just happened to be at the same concert at the same time...in freaking California, so weird, you know? and they ended up being the best of friends. It just boggles my mind to think about it...like, when you are meant to meet someone you meet them, no matter what, no matter if you are both from different states or countries...destiny always has to bring you together and it always finds a way.” You always loved when Will started drifting, it was one of the things that made you guys get along so well. “Well then, what do you think is “destiny’s”reason for them to come to New York right now?” you replied, genuinely interested on what Will had to say about it. “I don’t know...” he started, giving you a cheeky glance, “maybe my brother’s friend is here to finally make you fall in love with someone” he finally said in a mocking tone. You rolled your eyes for miles. “Oh my god, Will! I thought you were actually going somewhere with this!!!” you whined with annoyance slapping his arm while he found himself gasping for air from laughing so hard at your face. You started laughing along with him “You are so stupid!” you continued to complain. After both of you managed to compose yourselves, you casually asked “So, what’s his name, anyway?” “Mmmm...” Will thought for a moment, “Joe, Kerry or Keery, or something like that.” you chuckled at the name. “Nah, I’d never fall for a plain ol’ Joe.” you stated playfully. “Hmmm, we’ll see about that. I’ve been told he’s quite the heartthrob.”

Okay, okay, don’t hate me. :(( I know it’s short and kind of slow, but I had to set up the whole story. The story will pick up! I promise! I’ll post the next parts as soon as possible! I’ve just been really busy and am currently sitting on a pile of chores and school work because I love to procrastinate. I really hope you liked it though! <3

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perfectionistincrisis · 7 years

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Day 70

Seventy.

Life is going on. With ups and downs. Good days and bad days. Well life is mostly grey for me.

As every day passes, i just realize more and more how much i love him. I really dont want to bluff about it but I just couldnt stop from typing it out because the realization blows my mind away. And one big reason is because I would never do what i did, or can do for him, and no one will ever mean anything even remotely close to how much he meant to me and will always mean to me.

This might all just sound like a cheesy note any person in love would say but Oh God! trust me, this is what comes to my head after quite a good number of not-so-nice crap i have in my big fat head. So yeah! thats how i just know. This is not ever going away. And if I ever got a chance to re-live, i wouldn’t have wanted to fall in love with anyone else, orrrrrrrrrrr id just wish I was alone. That’s pretty cool tooo!! lol

Speaking of which. Yeah. I pretty much do enjoy my own company. I just dont like communicating much with people. for a lot of reasons actually. Well, to begin with. I believe im a really complicated person. LIke, everyone has their own story and theres something twisty about everyone and bla bla but then I really do thing Im just not that easy to understand, and to top all that, I dont even like opening up to people so thats more of a reason to not get me. I am kind of aware of the fact that i seem to have a lot of ego and seem to be filled with pride and arrogance. But thats not true, thats just how some people see me, and i cant blame them because i think that is something i mask myself with. However, many people do find me really sweet and all but whatever side anyone sees, its always clear, im not really interested in getting too close with anyone and that i appreciate my own space. Sometimes, i do wonder if i really do enjoy being on my own or i actually want some good friends. But then the thing is, i have really really good friends back from high school. the only thing is, theyre not in the same country, theyre far away. but then again, even when we were all on ksa, we still mostly communicated on social media and stuff so it shouldnt matter much i guess. what im trying to say is. despite all the misunderstanding people might have with me, or people actually finding me sweet or whatever. or me not liking them much or wanting them to be my friends or whatever. the thing is, its not that i dont have anyone at all. because i do have people who know me. they dont know every little detail about me though, and thats because i dont talk much to them either. but they know me as a person. like i dont need to kiss their ass to get their attention, i can be myself with them.. i can be mean, and rude, or not keep in touch or act like im full of ego, like im so full of my shit and theyd still accept me. because they know that thats just how i am. im not sugarcoated.

But.. it still doesnt matter

What im saying is. I prefer sitting alone on my own. doing literally nothing. no phone. no laptop. no means of communication with the outside world OVER actually chatting with anyone. or even someone who knows me so well and is close to me.

Ok man, i talk a lot! So yeah that’s the thing! but when we were together, i wouldve done anything to not miss a chance to talk to him lol - thats just an easy way to put it out there, that he was different.

And also putting it out there how my life is right now. I prefer my own company. I dooooo badly wish i had a ‘partner’ though - an ‘eating partner’!!!!!! haha! I really wish i could go to restaurants with someone to try food randomly. But then. idk. i mean its not that easy to find someone who has the same love for food and aso someone whos willing to spend money to try food or someone whod be able to hang out with me. especially i dont even have any good friends in ksa right now Ugh

Another really important reason i dont like talking to people much is the commitment. I hate commitment!!!!!!! And when i say commitment i dont even mean something serious like being in some relationship. i mean.. even the smallest commitment. like when you even knock someone and the person expects you to reply fast. Like okay give me a break! We dint exchange vows or something, yth do i need to reply fast. or whyd you even expect me to reply fast like idk. do people just pause their lives and just talk to other people? bleh Im not even ready for that so yeah!

buttttttttt then again - with him. it was SO different. but like i said. it was only him!!!!

Something cool was the fact that i had a dream of him the other day. we never met each other f2f after our last conversation, so him in my dream was the first time we met f2f which wasnt actual anyways!!! But!!! I was so full of attitude. Like I could totally see my facial expressions and go like. “Oh God Youuu” to myself! Im usually full of attitude in front of other guys, if i ever am, which is kinda rare. just saying!

So i read his post about him going to bd and stuff, and i wont even lie about how i totally never like that. but then this time its different obviously. In many ways though. One way to look at it is how i just remembered about the time when he was in bd last year! ~~~ And the award for the roughest of all times goes to!!!!

Now comes the part were I actually give the reason why I dont blog much! Well tbh i want to blog all the time. But then!!!! Who am i kidding???? Its obviously cause I want him to read my post and blabla so yeah I dont! I mean. I really want to, but i dont. The same way. Forget blogging man. I mean. In this generation, with all these advancements and i say, no barrier at all. If we could decide like two mature adults to stop talking for nothing but good intentions then i sure as hell can keep myself from blogging about every little thing, and keep my shit together, and only blog when my mind and my heart says that i got it in my hands and im not going to screw up!

and so that would mean that anything i post about, is just a very little, incomplete detail of the entire story and i almost always will sugarcoat it a million times and put it up here!

but like i said - every thing just ends with me realizing how in love i am with him and as long as that is how it ends, i like it.

So “losing weight” is like the --aim of my life-- right now. Just that its so boring oh maa gawd - and so i end up watching suits. which is soooooo niiiceeeeee omgg. And i actually love the couple there. Mike & Rachel! - oh and also its kinda funny to me idk why but whenever i see any couple onscreen that i like, my inner me kinda teases me going like “sarah, you loser!!!!!” and then i look down from the screen for a second or two like an actual loser would doo and then yeah i just “laugh it away” - like silently! ~ No hard feelings!

umm.so yeah i was saying. The main thing is losing weight and i want to lose one kg a week WHICH I AM NOT BY THE WAY. so i kind of get sad from time to time and all, and then idk get ok with it, and then sad again and alll that. and then battling myself against food is there. Today though i kind of figured out that if i watch suits while on the treadmill ill kinda stay distracted, and it wont be boring anymore and ill be able to go somewhere i guess.

so theres around 9 weeks left for uni to open and i wish vacation never ended but yeah lets just face reality. And about my brother, 6 weeks left. So that means I wna lose around 9 kgs before uni reopens but its smart to kind of plan a bit more than you actually want so that if you dont totally achieve your goal youll still land somewhere good. if you know what i mean.

Now there is a lot i want to say. SO muchh. But I cant be fooling myself. It would obviously be for him only. So Ill just hold everything back in!!!!!!

But one thing I want the world to know

Everyone has their own problems and their own imperfection and perfections and whatever. But ever since I had my eyes on him, i knew he was different. infact that is exactly why i liked him in the first place. I dont wna go in depth with this but ill just say it in the simplest way I can.

When I was with him, yes, I did pray for a fairytale story. But not an actual one. because those dont exist. I had my own modified version of a fairytale ending. And in their, everything was not perfect. Everyone was not perfect. there was pain, there were people who didnt know what they were worth. All I ever wanted is to be the person to be ale to mend hearts, to help someone find their way out from the sufferings, to be a part of someone happiness. And even though we are not together right now. I wish the same. I just wanted it to be through me before. Now it doesnt necessarily need to be, cause it definitely will be coming from Allah both ways inshaAllah.

I pray he gets to see what I see in him. And what people see in him. And most importantly, what he sees in himself but fails to value at times.

P.S. My family is excluded from consideration in this post. when i talk about people, i mean everyone else except my family. --ALSOOOOO-- I just randomly sat down at 5am and decided to blog today and so i sat with my laptops and this is all what flowed outta me!

A totally random post!

BUT i do wna mention how the tumblr app on my phone s.u.c.k.s. Cant give notifications properly *&^&%&^$%&%*^(0

Bye c:

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