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This is how love should feel
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📬 Returning to RP, responses are still slow. I'll be in PT/OT for a while. If we were actively plotting and I've dropped your thread please DM me again!
I hate the disrespect my favorites canons get they’re known to be loyal, honorable and in case of my favorite villain he’s dangerous and intelligent.
you know my whole life is just hide beneath walls , don't talk to someone for real or make a real friend that care about me , people laugh for how i talk and act , it's just i live my life as only me , i am nothing but i camed here to became something
hey guys will u talk to me or follow my lead?
kilzette
kilzette
cause someone dared me to say this i mean ( want to talk to me or follow me ?)
I hope one day you see this and we can connect once more. Damn discord hackers still anger me more than ever anymore for getting you the second we reconnected.
I wanna rant to get shiz off my chest, but I don’t have a main, big problem to rant about. Just numerous tiny, trivial problems.

If I do start ranting, it will probs end up as

MM/DD/YY Time O’clock.

Issue of the day: Two conversations happened near me at the same time.
I've been binge watching Mithzan's GTA 5 videos, and it makes me want to buy the premium version of the game. My brothers warned me that it's not my type of game and I believe that's true, but I mainly want it to play with friends so I'm waiting for a super sale. 🤣
Ah. I just got hacked on my phone after listening to music from some unpopular site. Therefore, I am raising awareness. Protect those devices! c:
In the dim forests of Bavaria, a young German boy wandered, heedless of warnings. "No, little German boy! Don't go to the weed cave!" cried his frantic mother. But alas, he stumbled upon it, eyes wide in horror. "Oh mein Gott, zees is ein cave full of blüntsmoken!" he exclaimed, disappearing into a cloud of herbal haze, never to be seen without red eyes again
How romantic would my works become
If I were gone and passed?
At least then I could say
That my works were graced
By the hands of an
angel.
What is an
angel?
Fundamentally, he’s just a dead little thing
Cast to the wayside.
Is that what I’ll become?
I’d have no quarrel with a fate like that,
Admittedly I would be resigned to an afterlife of contentment
In knowing my standings
With you.

Life isn’t fair,

But it never
promised to be.
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