Ø in which paisley, a two-year-old girl, gets adopted by billie eilish Ø ¥ lowercase intended ¥ started • March 4, 2019 finished • ???

unknown: bro i need my shIT BACK i don't have your shit lol unknown: yes you do just give it back i'm sorry but you have the wrong number ============================== in which alysia, an eighteen year old with a love for photography, receives a text from an unknown number that changes her life. or in which billie, a seventeen year old trying to breakout in the music industry, texts the wrong number. ============================== lowercase intended ============================== started: 1/1/2020 ended: 6/10/2020 ============================== achieved: 🏅#1 in #billieeilish 6/15/2021 🏅#3 in #billie 3/15/2020 🏅#1 in #lesbian 5/15/2020 🏅#1 in #girlxgirl 4/22/2020 🏅#1 in #bisexual 5/9/2020

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"God your eyes are so beautiful it actually hurts me to look at them because I know at some point I will have to look away," she snaps her attention over to me, which is when I realise I just said that out loud. *TRIGGER WARNING* - anxiety attacks Reached #1 - dontsmileatme #1 - wwafawdwg #5 - Bil #2 - mamas #5 - finneas #33 - artist #83 - art It started out as a normal anxiety-filled day, but little did you know it would have changed your life. When an artist bumps into a world-famous singer and gets asked to help in the production of a new music video, of course, she agrees. But little does she know love is also blooming

"𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢" lowercase intended sequel to storm on hiatus.

"𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" sequel to antics 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻

"𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢" lowercase intended

"𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨 , 𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝" 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 achieved #1 in #bisexual #1 in #bil #1 in #girlxgirl

Sequel to Behind Closed Doors "Bye." Her face disappears from my screen and I sigh, burying my face in my comforter. This is the beginning of the end. And it sucks.

I bite my lip as I contemplate whether I should ask the question that's been bouncing around my head all day. Taking a deep breath, I look up at her. "Are you embarrassed of me," I blurt out before I can change my mind. "Is that why you haven't told anybody about us?"