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| where a deranged teenager tries understanding how to make one's story even better with her editing skills | ↳ requests open [ ✔️] ↳ requests closed [ ] ↳ hiatus [ ]
| where a deranged teenager tries understanding how to make one's story even better with her editing skills | ↳ requests open [ ✔️] ↳ requests closed [ ] ↳ hiatus [ ]
↝ are you sure you don't have any childhood grudge against sug- shut the fuck up and just take the order, latte boy ↜ █████████████████ | where min yoongi seems to prefer extra black americano, but the red-haired barista is determined to feed him a caramel latte | | and maybe one intentional mis...
| where my imagination about random bts ships and fluffs run rampant 25/8, 367 | ↪ apparently y'all can request me for the imagines. i am up for all ships actually. • requests: open [✔️] close [ ]
where the high school hottie rings up the high school nerd, and oh well, the cliche forces of the universe compel them together. _ ↬ drafted: february 2017 ↬ published: february 2017 ↬ edited: . . . w a r n i n g : way too fucking cliche. read at own risk. _ © rehnuma rahin™ 2017
✔️ fall / fɔːl / [noun] - an act of falling or collapsing. ✔️ compilation / kɒmpɪˈleɪʃ(ə)n / [noun] - collection, assortment. w a r n i n g : This story contains certain chapters based on delusionary behaviour. And yes, of course, write-ups that really don't make sense in the real world. Add weird ass author's notes...
They say time heals wounds. But Louisa Parker, upon her return to NYC for her best friends' wedding, realizes it to be a myth, created by sympathetic old women to soothe the young hearts. Not that it is really, but when seven hundred and forty days do not numb the pricking in your heart for the man you had once loved...