As the bell started to ring its deafening sound, a girl, merely looked up from her book. Her eyes glancing at the retreating students, glasses about to fall if it were not for her pushing the frames back in place. ━ Slamming the book as if something...
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Putting two people in the same room and hope they make out isn't love.
The best kind of love is when your muses have known each other, have seen each other, u n d e r s t a n d each other. When they have laughed together.
That's the best kind of love.
But just to say—❝My muse needs love so whoever wants to date her—go for it❞
[ b l i n k s ]
I've been stressed out today, I've been holding in the urge to rant. Is that okay-!?
I'm not going to go ballistic and blow my whole top off, no. That's not what I want. That's not—that's not what I'm trying to achieve in changing myself.
