To Love or To Hate

To Love or To Hate

debbyryanoffical
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"I hate you, Atlas." I lied, how could I hate someone so much like me? It's like hating yourself, not that I didn't know how that felt. "Didn't your daddy tell you to never go around spreading lies, flower?" "Oh he told many people that, but I rather not feed on his bullshit tales." How I begged to smack that shocked expression off this painfully gorgeous face, and I totally would've. But in that moment I couldn't help but think, have his lips always looked so welcoming?
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Settling Slowly

2015 rolled in with a bang, and it did not have the grace to gift me with a social life that everyone in a one hundred year radius would be jealous of or that is even just the talk of the town. Instead I got myself into a complicated relationship which wasn't much talked about, a relationship that I didn't get into is talked about all the time and university is around the figurative corner. That is where you can factor in people I suppose I should call 'fans', the fascination that comes in with cutlery, pots, pans and other formerly boring things. But let us not forget that my parents are finally getting married and Mum can't shop for lace without me wanting to kill her, add in a dose of sleepless nights, invigorating kisses - which have nothing to do with the sleepless nights and a lot to do with nightmares - Harriet not knowing the meaning of the words "you're done" and Ice Ice Baby is still a thing. We're all growing up (except Dad who will still make inappropriate jokes at every inappropriate moment, some to do with what cannot be done when you're wearing a plaster cast) and holidays are being planned though some are less holiday and more a mad dash to find somewhere to live out in the big wide world without our parents. Life might be moving on, but I still go to McDonald's late at night with my friends. Some things at least don't change. Sequel to: Falling Fast Complete

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