[Looks at the calender and see’s three weeks has passed] awW maN whAT the fU-
I’m really glad I posted a heads up, ‘cause man like a brick to the back the head yah boi went down hard 💖 Even now I'm still not quite 100% but yah’ll know I'm nothing if not determined! 😤
Things were going so well initially! I was so happy that laying so low that I was practically a slug in the mud worked to get me through my usual round of rough days, so keen was I to get back to business- but then I was ambushed by a dreadful stomach bug and in my state, goodness it got me.
sweating bullets rn because i see a clear path to have some toxic pining (?) from kafka toward n darling in nexus . it'd actually work well..................... or maybe i'm delusional because kafka makes my brain stop working,....... cannot decide which
Eight has always been in love with ghosts, especially those who leave their mark on the story. Jadus, a specter whom disappears into the Force, whose status is always a mystery. Nine, who haunts the narrative, his other side and other self. Hunter, who he kills, who he could only love once gone. Their presence can be felt, but not touched--and the man who coulf never be accepted by the living can only love the dead. This is who he is: bride to the afterlife.
Oh to be bent over a knee with a big palm pinning me down by the back. Feeling the rough tug of a fist pulling down my damp panties. Hearin a gruff voice say. “S’been too long since daddy bent ya over his knee, hasn’t it princess?” 😞😞
im going to fucking cry if justice do anything tomorrow because im literally in an exam from 9am till like 3:30pm so i wont be able to check my phone at all