I was hoping you were going to send one, because I wrote this line this morning that you are just going to LOVE.
By the time she has dragged herself from sight, she has torn most of the skin from her arms and the blood is dripping down her wrist.
And before you start yelling at me, have a second one that might be a bit nicer.
That day’s note reads:
wicked beauty, saw you underneath the stars today, they paled in comparison to you
anyway this is boring to me now so I'm moving on, but like after all this, literally: 1, y'all can not be telling people how to speak on their own shit, 2, stop calling people aggressive just because u don't like what they say, and especially watch who ur calling aggressive too bro, 3, if ur friend blocked and stopped talking about something maybe u should follow with that too, 4, if u got something to say, don't be anon about it, like u already lost all credibility, 5, if u got an issue with someone don't send a long ass message about it, be short and to the point, 6, someone says something u don't like on the internet, boo hoo grow a spine not a long ass anon message
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no excuses writing meme: before the beginning
“Wait, that’s hilarious!” Courfeyrac giggled, tipsy on just a little too much wine. “Your girlfriend’s father is a couples therapist and constantly psychoanalyzes you?”
Marius blushed and looked at the floor. “Well. Yeah.”
Courfeyrac could only laugh harder, attracting Combeferre’s concerned attention. “Ferre! Ferre, darling, come here.”
Combeferre dutifully approached and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, attempting at a stoic straight face. “Hm?”
“Marius is telling me--” Courfeyrac burst into giggles, then pulled himself back together enough to finish “--that Cosette’s dad does couples therapy for a living. Fucking hilarious!”
Combeferre grinned quietly.