"If I could I would give you everything. Because I love you so much. Maybe for now, best I can do is survive by your side, be a voice of reason."
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first rule of qsmp: never listen to badboyhalo when he says “no im being serious”
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which also shoutout to the one danielle wade fan account for still intermittently posting summer stock material; no idea the context of the caption but it's automatically funny; view of will's dressing room station
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1:30 am. i get up briefly to go to the bathroom and get a melatonin pill. little do i know is that at some point my dad decided it would be acceptable to leave a half cup of coffee on the bathroom counter. why? couldn’t fucken tell you. what i can tell you tho is that in my endeavour of getting the melatonin from the cabinet and lowering my hand to close it, i knock over the cup and spill it all over the floor and my pants. so here i am at 1:30 am, mopping up the floor, all sticky from coffee, writing a passive aggressive sticky note to my father, tired and just wanting to go to sleep because i have work in the morning
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If you ever uncomfortable with your natural hair in it’s natural state go to (black) vegan/vegetarian/farmer markets spaces they will give you so many complaints and make you so comfortable with a quickness
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marcus takes the opportunity to stick a note to julie's mirror when he's visiting. it says simply "i love you" and it's signed with his initials and a drawn smiley face.
When Julie goes to the washroom some months later and realizes that the sticky note is gone, a dread and panic such that she's rarely ever felt before plunges deep into her stomach.
She stares at it, this little empty square on her mirror that is cleaner than all the rest, and then darts forward. Bottles are pushed to the other side of the sink haphazardly. Her hands are shaking. She remembers —
A few weeks ago, staring at the note — nowadays it has little water splatters on it, but it's still very much legible and intact — she'd thought, maybe, that she should protect it in some way. Cover it with tape, somehow?
Now she thinks she is so, so, so fucking stupid for not doing that when she'd had the chance. When she'd had all the chances to preserve this proof of someone's idle love for her, this proof she didn't even ask for but deeply appreciating, staring at that thing every time she'd washed her hands or brushed her teeth or even just passed the open door.
It has to be around here somewhere. She checks the floor. She checks the medicine cabinet. She stares with dread at the toilet bowl, and the shower, fearing the worst. She checks — her house shoes, then her normal living areas. Then the bathroom again.
After half an hour of looking, feverish, increasingly desperate, she starts composing texts to Marcus. Hey, uhhh, can you like, write me another… I know it's stupid, but I like, I kept the note, and like, I want… you to make another one… You probably don't even remember it or like that you even did it, but…
Tears blur her vision. Spill down her cheeks. Wiping them away with the back of her hand and putting down her phone, she goes to look again.
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Btw it’s 12am and I have to wake up at 5:15 and complete a school day and still have energy to do chores + take care of everyone tilll 4pm so if I really want to wake up one time and not be sleepy I’ll have to stay up til 2-3am so that way my body thinks I just took a power nap and I can function better rather than sleeping for 5 hours and my body thinking I didn’t rest for long enough. I have to keep myself up because if I fuck this up slightly my entire day is ruined. <- going insane
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"Girl, he is just lines." - Me at myself in the mirror whenever I thirst over a fictional man
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