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You're welcome 😌

*Crawls in your bed*

*Creeps up behind you*

*Whispers in your ear*

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I can never die

"Ya ain't getting a statement out of me!"

The Admiral dose not like this fucked up cat that smells like human

Meanwhile cat!Jon is devastated he can’t have his cat buddy

Smack smak

Cat!Jon made by @ultramarinaa

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Boba: What's something that your character keeps hidden? Does anyone know about it?

Fear. Fear of love specifically, fear of loving someone, fear of being loved by someone she doesn't love back, fear of never loving anyone, fear of loving someone who doesn't love her back. She hides just about everything that goes on in her head behind a mask of ego. And she's good at it too, so it takes a good while for just one person to figure it out and it's the person she fell in love with.

I don't wanna reveal the character because I like to build these things up in the writing itself but it is one of my recent characters :)

In his defence, he is

he thinks hes soooo coool huh

Adding something that bothers me:

IT'S NOT "COULD OF", IT'S "COULD'VE", A CONTRACTION OF "COULD HAVE". "COULD OF" DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. SAME GOES FOR "WOULD OF"

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

SOMEONE GET THIS MAN OUT OF MY HEAD, I THINK I'M GOING CRAZY AAAAAAAAHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

Curious how this popped up on my feed the day the touchpad on my laptop randomly stopped working so I have to operate it using only the keyboard like a DOS computer or whatever until I get a mouse

Laptops are always so much more Fucked than phones in my experience. A laptop is like a beautiful horse that wants nothing more than to break all of its legs. A decently solid android phone will act normal

Lily of the Valley

Upon a green hill

Under a lone tree

There I found it,

The Lily of the Valley

On a bright day

It sat morose

With its sweet, white face

Hung meekly towards the hill’s toes

In a patch of grass and fern,

And carnations auburn

Solemn tears adorned its bell-shaped head

Making me think of its words unsaid

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A little poem I wrote for my English exercise about personification :)

Knock-Knock

— Who’s there?