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kiss me, like long ago kiss me, i’m still yours kiss me, i loved you father john misty kinda described my mood today cuz it was amazing but now i want to cry because...i saw him...and i miss him, and...he kissed me and that made me so weak. i was fine. i knew i was fine. i was getting over it. i was getting over him. and just...now i’m not.

writing prompts dialogue -  (romantic angst/sad romance) “I would give my life to keep you safe.” “Aren't we in a good mood today?” “Oh, I get it. You're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice.” “I screwed up. I know.” “I did a pregnancy test.” “The way you flirt is shameful.” “I’m ready to try again, if you are...?” “I’ll find her and bring her home, I promise.” “Try focusing on your life more than mine.” “You’re still single? Its been more than a year.” “I don’t like your new shampoo.” actions -  Person A tries getting Person B out of bed and knows the only way they will is by hugging them. They haven’t been together in months now, sometimes things occur and they hang out and usually crash at each others places. Person A gets into bed beside Person B and hugs them, but ends up falling asleep too. All their friends are round and its awkward for Person A and B to see each other again but as the night goes on they all loosen up by playing games and drinking whiskey. About two in the morning they decided to watch a movie. Person B’s best friend is laid out on the sofa and they are sitting near each other, but Person A is also on the sofa and when everyone starts getting tired Person A instinctively out of habit lays their head on Person B’s lap and Person B does nothing to correct them or stop them and just tangles their fingers into Person A’s hair.

if someone loved me like i loved reading 18th century law books...

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i’ve decided to go down a musical rabbit hole and listen to artists i’ve never heard of and then rate them out of ten and explain their style and what i like and dislike about them! note - i will be listening to their most popular song.

first up is Princess Castle by Jazmin Bean featuring Cottontail, I’ve never heard of either artist and I’ve linked the mv for you as well, i will just give a trigger warning for b!00d and swearing. personally the vibe they have is a vibe i would probably love to listen to but to me i don’t understand the lyrics very well (i’m deaf so i probably need to listen a couple times anyway) and something about the effects used in the song makes me feel like its a bit off. i love the clothing style in the mv, though it doesn’t make much sense to me, but i love that its pretty. i started getting into the song after Cottontails part. I love Jazmins green hair. i have nothing against how hectic it is and absolutely nothing against the fashion and makeup style, i love people and artists who dress like that (i do as well a lot). i just don’t think that song was something i like much, but i’ll try out some of their other music in the future! i think this is a solid 5/10 next i'm listening to Galipette by Lolo Zouai, I've heard of her before but never listened, my friend said she has a sort of r&b vibe but also combines it with hiphop and sings in English and French so I'm excited for this one. again, i've linked for you to listen. i actually really like this, its got a really nice flow, the lyrics are quite catchy, minus the swearing i would probably show this to my friends and family. i like how theres about three or four different styles in the mv and i love how sort of...i don't know, she gives off a sort of creepy/disgusting vibe but i love it so much?? 7/10

and now for Why do you love me by Charlotte Lawrence. i did a quick google search and she's actually been on the soundtrack to Birds of Prey, which was a movie about Harley Quinn. i don't remember ever listening to her sooo...here we go. okay wow, halfway through and i've had to pause because this is so good! i really like the style, the beat is amazing, love the lyrics and the premise of the mv is actually really good. okay so it just finished and i'm sort of obsessed. i'm definitely going to listen to more of her music at some point and will recommend to friends and family too cuz she's a really good singer, and as a producer this is the type of song i would love to work on so, i definitely approve lol. i'd give this an 8/10 as so far its definitely the best.

you know the drill, character and number

Curiosity

"I see,"

"is that yours?"

"what's in there?"

"Are we going somewhere?"

"I've never seen it,"

"is it really that big?"

"are you smiling?"

"that's not what was meant to happen,"

"When did you even get that?"

"But we weren't invited?"

"how?"

"stars are really bright? is that true?"

"I've never left the room, are you really going to take me?"

" what's that noise?"

"do you know my father?"

"you're always so angry,"

"you mean that?"

"five times?"

"a castle!?"

"why am I even being taken?"

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Lina looked down at the table, she was nervous for when John arrived, she didn’t know if he would even turn up. She thought it would be embarrassing if he stood her up but how they left the relationship they were in felt awkward and wrong. Lina had been blocked from contacting him for about a month or just over and the amount of days she hadn’t slept just worrying about him felt unreal and left her in a daze. The bell over the door brought her back to her surroundings and the smell of coffee hit her fast, and she felt dizzy. Lina looked up. John was standing in the doorway looking around, presumably for her. She raised her arms over her head “Hey John! I’m here!” John looked over and smiled, his hair was windswept and she looked out of the window realising it was a storm outside. The weather said is would be warm with short spells of showers but it turned out to be wrong, once again. John started walking over and Lina stood up awkwardly “Hey Li, how are you?” He asked her. She gave him a shrug and mumbled she was fine, John just rolled his eyes and hugged her. “We can still talk you know, you’re my friend and that won’t change,” he said to her, Lina looked up surprised “Wait, actually?” He flicked her shoulder “Nah I hate you, dummy.” Lina giggled and they sat down to discuss how they had been, making sure not to talk about their relationship, trying their best to start from scratch.

Trope of the day is... exes to friends. Not all relationships have to end badly, not all exes have to hate each other. Being amicable exes who still trust and respect each other and who are just better off as friends should be more included in fiction.

Brandon looked down at his spoon, just about to slurp the broth from his ramen when there was a thump. He looked up and whispered “What the fuck,” just under his breath. There was another thump but a bit more clearly now, it was coming from the door. With a loud sigh Brandon pushed his chair back, it scraped against the wooden floor and he looked down, seeing the scratches that he’d made in the past. He pushed the chair to the counter again and let his spoon clatter in his bowl. Walking towards the front door he checked his watch, it read 01:37. He clenched his jaw. Who the hell was knocking on his apartment door at this stupid time, his friends were in jail and his family were still out of town since he warned them not to come back yet. His hand reached forward and clasped around the handle, he forced it to open and it finally gave way with a long creak. Someone dropped in through the doorway, it took Brandon a minute to recognise them. They were covered in blood and seemed to have flour over them too. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man who was halfway through his door on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing here, Cardew?” He spat the mans last name out and stuck his leg between the door and the rest of his apartment. The man covered in blood looked up, his brown eyes looked tired. “Brandon...I didn’t know where else to go. There’s...someone else. Someone worse. Help me, please.”

You hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you find your archnemesis sprawled out just past the threshold, battered, bruised, and very clearly only hanging onto life by a thread. “Sorry. It’s just … I didn’t know where else to go” they mutter as you look down at them.

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