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This is your annual reminder that Zach Effron has a YOLO tattoo.

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Pumpkin zen

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true purpose comes from within

too bad I'm hollow inside

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I expect disappointment, so much so that when ppl come through it's a genuine suprise

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"I keep looking for the things I didn't have but I never accounted for the things I did"

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Cross my heart hope to die, I coulda swore you were the guy

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Story Time

UNEDITED

How I met the guy I'm talking to

So I ventured out into the world which is a strange occurrence for me. I had plans to go to Wonderland (its a theme park in Ontario near Toronto) with a friend. I was thinking of cancelling cause I honestly just didn't have enough money to go, so the night before it was about 7:00pm I had been in the house all day and sometimes I need to take myself for walks when I don't leave the house. So I go out around my neighbourhood, and as I'm on the home stretch back I notice something ahead of me on the ground. It didn't look like garbage per say so it being directly in my path I walk up to it, and it's 50$. I hardly can believe it, I found 50$ on the ground. So I almost run home and ask my mom, if I gave her 50$ if she could e-transfer me 50 (its a lot easier than going to a bank aha) so she says yes and I buy my ticket and anticipate the next day.

So, the next day rolls around and I end up being late to meet my friend cause my mom forgot a school assignment at home so I had to drop it off to her (But the is beside the point). I get to wonderland and meet my friend which, I was honestly a little nervous about cause she can sometimes be exhausting not in a bad way, I just feel like I always have to be “on” with her, but I still met up with her and everything is going well.

So we’re standing in a long(ish) line for one of the newer roller coasters (lumberjack I think its called) and these three children end up beside us as we got to the point where the line gets separated into different sections. So these probably 12 year old kids strike up a conversation, and introduce themselves (which a side note, didn't their mama tell them not to talk to strangers) the conversation continues and two more people join our line, one of them recognised I was wearing a willam belli shirt and made a comment to his friend. after a bit, it was time for us to go on the ride. Now what I remember is my friend and I was the last two to enter cause we were only a group of two, but that apparently wasn't the situation. So my friend and I drop our things, we take our place and we wait, suddenly these three 12-year-old boys join the ride too and sit in front of us. 

They begin talking to us again and we continue the conversation, for some reason their energy was focused on me so we’re waiting and waiting and then the two guys that were in the same line also join the ride and the guy that recognises my shirt sits right next to me. almost as soon as they got seated the 12-year-olds began talking and they introduced my friend and me to them. The guy beside me somehow recognises my name and we begin talking he asks if I'm big in the gay scene in Toronto and what not I tell him that I just spent a year in Ottawa so no. THEN yes honey there is more, then the 12-year-olds ask for my Instagram so I give it to him. 

The ride starts its chill and we get off it

me being a socially awkward mess doesn't ask the guys name doesn't say goodbye doesn't get those digits, I just get off the fucking ride like a chump regret my actions then complain about it later to my friend. 

The day begins to come to a close and I head home, the night goes on and I notice the guy from the ride followed me on Instagram, so I follow him back and within probably 10 minutes I get a dm and he's just complimenting me on my makeup and I say thanks and ALMOST leave it at that, but then I continue the conversation and soon I've given him my number. We continue talking and he invites me to VIP at a music festival, then front row at Cirque du Soleil neither of which I could go to, but we had plans to go to the Toronto Pride Parade so I didn't feel too bad. Sunday rolls around and I start getting actually nervous, my stomach starts churning and I'm shaking more than a heroin addict going through withdrawal but I fight through it and I meet him in downtown Toronto, we end up ditching the parade cause neither of us wanted to get wet and we end up meandering Toronto and just talking the whole day, soon 9:00 rolls around and we end up cuddling lakefront downtown Toronto talking, until I have to drive home. 

AND That is the story of how my socially awkward, homebody ass got a man to talk to and hopefully eventually date

If anyone reads this as it put at the top it is completely unedited so excuse the errors :)

Also If this isnt proof there is someone looking out for me IDK what is

#Story #storytime #cute #bf #gay #gay storytime

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You feel right and thats the scariest part

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I cant tell if this feeling is knowing you're no good, or me caring about you too much

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I've been imprisoned but you've set me free

Finally the one with the key

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The act of Reddening is legendary and perhaps even Palaeolithic in origin, it is the art of giving life to an inanimate object through the use of blood or a blood-like substance, or can be used as part of a rite for Calling a Spirit Back to  objects such as bones (total coverage is not always needed, sometimes I just redden a small part of the skull of smaller animals, such as my Crows), but it can also be used as an act to sanctify and make an object sacred.