E·ly·sian
adjective
relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.
"Elysian visions"
Hebrew: מִיכָאֵל / מיכאל (Mikha'el)
Meaning "Who is like God?", "there is none like God",
or "there is none as famous and powerful as God"[1]
Fleur
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@fleurisurgf_ ❤️️124 💬 13
okay so like, we are 13 hours into the car ride, currently at a hotel for the night. and i cant stop crying. i dont wanna leave. like just AUGH, all my friends and memories are just gone. grgrgrgrgrgrggrgrgrgrgrgrgr and like now i have to try to make new friends, and memories and AUGHHHHHHHH. im excited and scared and nervous. i mean like at least theres a cute goth club that im already aware abt maybe ill find me a bae. but like idk. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... anyways photo creds to my more famous sister @hellokittygirlza
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@hellokittygirlza im js better like that - anywho , im crying too. sucks bc my mascara wasmt waterproof and theres a cute boy in the hotel lobby and now hes giving me weird looks bc my mascaras halfway down my neck . wdf momza
⤷ @fleurisurgf_ CUTE BOY IN LOBBY?????????? IM OTW TEHEHEHEHE
@b4ts_danc3 what did i tell you about coming here? if i see your cute ass in southpark idk what will happen to me.
⤷ @fleurisurgf_ .... screw the hotel im driving the rest of the way rn.
⤷@hellokittygirlza fleur single handedly putting hotels out of business just for one goth guy. love to see it!!
FLEUR put her phone onto the charger. She looked at the two beds and realized shed have to share with Cossette. She sighed and walked into the bathroom with her pajamas in her hands, the stripped down to her underwear, and put her white cotton PJ bottoms on, then her white shirt. She picked up the hairbrush her mom had left in there and brushed through her long blonde hair.
She turned the sink on and splashed cold water in her face. She shivered.
She left the bathroom, climbing into bed next to her sister. She grabbed her eye mask from the bed side table, put it on, and quickly fell asleep.
MICHAEL watched as Pete flirted with Fleurs sister, the same way he was. Firckle suggested that Pete try to get with the sister, because then they can all go on one big date, Michael and Fleur, Pete and Cossette, and Firckle and Amy, his girlfriend from the next town, over. Pete agreed because not only did he think the girl was cute, but because he highly doubted the existence of this Amy chick. So, Michael watched as his best friend flirted with the sister of the girl he was flirting with.
"They're only 10 hours out, ugh she's too pretty I can't handle this." he sighed out turning his phone off. Pete looked at him and giggled a little bit. Pete smiled up at Michael, "Mike, dude, you'll live, reminder, they're both probably conformist bitches anyways. And who do we not associate with...?"
"Poser conformists... yeah I know, but there is something about this girl... maybe I can make her goth?" Michael let out a breath.
Henrietta looked at the man, as he set on the edge of her bed, she watched as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Mike, she's probably just another bland boring Sanrio gIrLy who will realize as soon as she sees you that you're not some fluffy haired e-boy and will barf in your face." she spoke as she too took a drag from her cigarette, she looked at Pete. "Her sisters probably much better. They will look at you guys, barf, then kick you in the balls. Then boom. No more balls, they're going to chop your balls of with Lanna Del Ray vinyl's." Pete sopke up after minutes of silence.
"At least Firckle can keep his balls. His girlfriend doesn't exist."
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@b4ts_danc3❤️️2.3k 💬128
It is a night of lustful desire, a song of ethereal pain, Men vent their bloodlust, The ethereal one rises. Curling, icy wisps of life shrouds her pale form, a timeless desire. Her silken hair cascades over light and delicate shoulders, and her full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the life streaming from the weakened flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I realize need her.
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@cr0w_dusk dude go touch some grass. if you need help ill be with my REAL girlfriend.