i think im tired actually of seeing so much naked & boobies on my dash
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i can’t bare any angst until it’s that one what we could of been ship that I will forever defend with my life
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help me I think I'm going insane XD
this is one of MAAANY
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im tempted to do mobtober what do you guys think?
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Honestly who else just be like
“Oh no a tiny screw up well I’ll try again tomorrow”
Or maybe like
“Getting up to get lunch is to tiring” “NAP TIME”
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I had the pleasure of getting to see Six the Musical last night and can I just say?
holy shit holy shit wow oh my go whoa women I can’t oh my gif holy shot I love women l
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kinda wanna make my pinned post smaller
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How many sex toys is too many sex toys?
... Asking for a friend
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How could he fail the simplest of tasks, like getting dressed and going to the shelter, where he knew he was expected to be. A place he loved, yet the last message his managers had sent him before they ended the tour had just plummeted him into a deep dark hole of anxiety. A Christmas concert, two in total, both close to where he lived, and they were already sold out. He tried to control his breathing without much luck, feeling awful both from the panic, and the feeling of letting down the person he had looked so much forwards to see. Instead of pulling himself together though, he started crying between the small breaths he managed to take as his mind went over the idea of yet more concerts.
River widened his eyes and slowly made way to the bed. He pressed his lips to a thin line, watching the way the boy sobbed under the blanket. His cries wracked through River, awakening every protective cell on his body to just tell him to hold Lucas and tell him everything would be alright, and keep him safe from the world, make him know he was safe. That would be what he'd do if it were Rylan. But Lucas wasn't Rylan, and Lucas didn't like being touched.
River: What are you sorry for, starlight? You haven't done anything wrong.
He walked around the bed so he was facing Lucas. He kneed in front of the bed and pulling on his lip reached a hand forward. Very carefully he pulled just a bit of the blanket, so he could see Lucas' face.
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