Lovelyangel. Emojis & Text

Copy & Paste Lovelyangel. Emojis & Symbols story i wrote while in class :p。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚𝘛

story i wrote while in class :p 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘜𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘡𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 . 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘷𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬—𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. “𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.” 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳— “𝘔𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.” 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬…” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬— “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.” 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ search ( lovelyangel.) for more storues written by me

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Skibidi Toilet stared at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes red from crying. It had been a rough week, and it was only Tuesday. He had to make a decision he never thought he'd face. The room was silent, except for the occasional drip of the faucet echoing through the emptiness. It was a stark contrast to the usual laughter and banter that filled his house when LankyBox was around. LankyBox, with his awkward charm and gaming prowess, had captured Skibidi's heart. But the cracks in their relationship had started to show when Skibidi realized that Lanky's 'gyatt' was at a mere level one. It was something he had tried to overlook, but in the hypercompetitive world of gaming, it was a glaring weakness. The lack of confidence in Lanky's voice when he played, the way he'd shrink away during raids - it all pointed to the same thing. No rizz. Skibidi knew he had to face the music. He took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and opened his computer. His fingers hovered over the keys, composing a message in his mind before he finally started typing. "Hey Lanky, we need to talk." The words felt like lead as they materialized on the screen. He stared at them for what felt like an eternity before hitting send. The minutes ticked by like hours. The anticipation was unbearable. Finally, a notification popped up. Lanky had seen the message. Skibidi's heart raced as he waited for a response. The seconds stretched into minutes, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the chat bubble flickered to life. "What's up, Skib?" Skibidi's fingers trembled as he began to type. "I don't think we're... compatible anymore. I need someone with more... presence in the game." The words stung as he wrote them, but he knew he had to be honest. Lanky's silence was deafening, and Skibidi felt the weight of his words hanging in the digital void. He waited, his eyes glued to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Lanky responded, "What do you mean?" His avatar's expression was a blend of confusion and sadness. Skibidi's chest tightened, but he couldn't take it back now. "I need someone who can keep up with me, Lanky. Someone who doesn't hold me back with your low level gyatt." The words felt like a betrayal, but he had to be firm. Lanky went offline without another word, leaving Skibidi to face the cold reality of his decision. The house was eerily quiet, and Skibidi couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake. He tossed and turned in bed that night, plagued by thoughts of Lanky's hurt expression and the hollowness of their once vibrant relationship. The next morning, Lanky was gone. His side of the bed was cold, and his gaming chair sat empty. Skibidi felt a pang of regret, but he pushed it aside, telling himself he'd done what was best for both of them. He went about his day, trying to focus on work and friends, but every time he looked at his gaming setup, the void was glaring. That evening, Lanky returned home, his eyes puffy from crying. He'd spent the day scouring the internet for answers to his gyatt woes, determined to prove himself. He had bookmarked countless articles and YouTube tutorials titled "How to Level Up Your Gyatt in Record Time," avoiding the clickbait promises of overnight transformations. He sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Lanky," Skibidi began tentatively, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Lanky looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. "I know," he said, his voice small. "But I want to change. I want to be someone you can be proud of in the game." The next week, Lanky threw himself into training. He watched videos, read blogs, and even signed up for an online gyatt boot camp. The house was a blur of energy drinks and furious typing as Lanky competed in the World Gyatt Olympics, an intense digital competition where contestants battled to push each other out of the virtual ring using their charm and wit. Days turned into weeks, and Skibidi could see the change in Lanky. He was more confident, his laughter grew louder, and there was a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before. The WGO finals approached, and Lanky's dedication paid off. He found himself in the final round, his heart racing as the virtual lights shone down on him. The contestants were all skilled, but Lanky had something extra—desperation, hope, and a love that fueled his every move. The match was intense. Lanky's avatar, once a noobish representation of himself, had morphed into a force to be reckoned with. His quips were sharper, his strategies more refined. And then it happened—Lanky pushed the last player out of the ring with a flourish of digital finesse. The chat exploded with congratulatory emojis and cheers, and there it was, the gold gyatt medal appearing around his avatar's neck. Skibidi watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He couldn't believe it. Lanky had done it. He'd gone from a level one to a champion. The TV broadcasted the final moments of Lanky's victory, and as the camera zoomed in on his triumphant face, Skibidi felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated Lanky, and in doing so, had hurt the person he cared about the most. He knew he had to make amends. The crowd in the arena roared as Lanky's victory was announced. Skibidi's phone buzzed with notifications—messages from friends and viewers alike, praising Lanky's performance. But it was the one from Lanky that made his heart skip a beat: "I did it for us, Skib. Can we talk?" Skibidi took a deep breath and typed back, "I'm watching you right now, Lanky. You're amazing. Let's talk when you get home." The anticipation was palpable as Skibidi waited for Lanky to return. He had so much to say, so much to apologize for. When Lanky finally walked through the door, clutching his gold gyatt medal, Skibidi was there, ready to listen, to understand, and hopefully, to make things right.
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STORY ABT HOW MY ''BEST-FRIEND'' SINCE BIRTH DESTROYED MY ROOM AND UNALIVED MY BABY (my hamster) So, basically, Luca, my best friend of 19 years (yes, since birth), betrayed me in the most horrible way, and I’m still trying to process it. T his happened about a month ago, and it’s been tough. Let me tell you the whole story. A few weeks ago, I had this huge argument with Luca because I didn’t want to hang out with him. See, my mom had just had a m!_scarriage, and I was planning to spend the day with her to support her through it. I figured, family first, right? But Luca just didn’t care. He kept pushing me, asking why I couldn’t just hang out with him, and I told him I needed to be there for my mom. And he was just… so mad. He kept saying I was making excuses and that I was overreacting. It just felt like he couldn’t understand why I wanted to be there for my family at such a difficult time. Eventually, we made up. But I could tell something felt off. It wasn’t the same, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface. Then, a couple of days later, I came home from work or whatever, and when I opened the door, all the lights were off, except for my room. My heart started racing, and something just didn’t feel right. I walked through the house, and when I opened my bedroom door, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Luca had snuck in and completely ruined my room. My bookshelf was on the floor, books scattered everywhere, some pages even ripped out. It was like he just trashed everything. My clothes and hangers had been thrown out the window, and it was raining. Everything was wet, and I just… I didn’t know what to think. My posters—the ones I had spent years collecting—ripped off the walls. He went through my stuff and stole some of my jewelry, broke my necklaces, and I couldn’t even find my photos. I looked at my pinboard, and all my pictures were ripped up, as if he was trying to erase all the memories we had together. It got worse—my ceiling light was gone. Gone. No idea why. And then, I noticed my blanket and bed sheets were missing, and my pillows were nowhere to be found. My makeup? Completely destroyed. My eyeshadow was cracked beyond repair, and I couldn’t even use it anymore. My lipsticks were useless. My mirror—broken. I just stood there, looking around, completely shattered by what I was seeing. It felt like my whole room, my space, my everything, was just completely violated. And then, I walked over to my hamster’s cage, because he’s my baby, and it was gone. My heart stopped. I started looking around frantically, until I saw him—under my bed, unalive. I couldn’t believe it. I burst into tears, so upset and angry that he the person I had trusted for years—could do this to me. I immediately texted him, asking what happened. He denied it at first. He said it wasn’t him and that I was overreacting. But, deep down, I knew. No one else could’ve done this. And then, after a few hours of silence, he admitted it. He sent a message saying he was sorry, but his words felt empty. He said he was angry, but nothing could justify the destruction he caused. He was just… sorry. At that point, I knew I couldn’t keep him in my life anymore. I cut him off. It hurt, more than anything, because Luca was my best friend for so long. 19 years. And in a single moment, he showed me that he was willing to throw everything away for whatever reason he had. I still don’t understand why. But sometimes, people aren’t who you think they are. And I can’t let someone like that stay in my life. Not anymore... search Priscilla storytimezz for more story times like these
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why did i see a nsfw fanfic of trump and biden on here .. BRO IM DONE 💀💀
(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) im so sick of accidentally clicking on weird ass stuff jst post ur shit to ao3 or smthhhh..... -🍀/ᐠ≽•ヮ•≼マ

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STORYTIME: How My Ex-Best Friend Stole My Kitten… Then Gave It Back AS ASHES 12 YEARS LATER. So I “Accidentally” Stole His Man. Y’all, this is the most messed up, twisted, soap opera-level story of my entire life. Buckle up. So let’s rewind to when I was 7 years old. My parents got me a kitten for my birthday. She was the cutest little thing, all fluffy and tiny, and I named her Marshmallow because she looked like one. Now, my so-called “best friend” Luca—who I had literally known since birth— was obsessed with her. He’d always say, “If you ever don’t want her, I’ll take her.” And I was like, “Uh, no? She’s mine?” WELL. One day, Marshmallow goes missing. I searched EVERYWHERE. I was crying, making lost posters, begging my parents to call the police like she was a missing person—it was DIRE. Luca? He was suspiciously chill about the whole thing. Too chill. But I was too young and stupid to put two and two together. Fast forward TWELVE YEARS LATER. I’m 19 and have finally cut Luca off after he trashed my entire room, stole my jewelry, broke my makeup, and traumatized my now dead hamster. (If you don’t know, check the last storytime.) So we haven’t spoken in months. Then, out of nowhere, he texts me, like: “Hey. I have something of yours. Can we meet?” At this point, I was curious but also suspicious. I was thinking, maybe he’s finally giving back the stuff he stole? So I meet up with him at this random-ass park. He shows up, hands me a plastic bag, and just says: “Here. It’s Marshmallow.” I open the bag. It’s. HER. ASHES. MY BABY. IN A FREAKING PLASTIC BAG. Y’all, my brain short-circuited. I was standing there, holding my DEAD PET, while he just stood there like this was totally normal. I was like: “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.” And Luca? He just shrugs and says: “Yeah, so… funny story. I kinda accidentally stole her when we were kids. She ran away, and I found her, but I didn’t want to give her back. So I just kept her. And then… yeah, she died. But I figured you’d want her ashes, so… here you go.” LIKE??? EXCUSE ME??? At that moment, I had never wanted to commit a felony more in my life. I was SPEECHLESS. But I just took the bag, looked him dead in the eyes, and said: “You’re going to regret this.” AND BOY, DID HE. See, Luca had a boyfriend. A very hot, very bisexual boyfriend. And I? Well. I may or may not have accidentally started talking to him. And we may or may not have flirted a little. And we may or may not have ended up sleeping together. Oops. Now, was it revenge? Maybe. Was it petty? Absolutely. Do I feel bad? Eh. And now I’m sitting here, holding onto this secret, debating whether I should tell Luca or just let him find out the messy way. What do y’all think? Should I confess? Or should I let karma do its thing? 👀 anyways search Priscilla storytimezz for more crazy stuff like this

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ boop へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ 、˜〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ owww へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ 、˜〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ *crying* へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ ^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ *thinks about what he just did* へ ╱| ૮ ° °) (> < 7 *still crying* / ⁻ ៸ 、^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ im sorry mimi へ ╱| ૮ - - ) (> < 7 *sniffs* “I-i-its o-ok” / ^ ៸ 、^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ R we still friends? へ ╱| ૮ •. • ) (• • 7 ofc! / ^ ៸ , ‘〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ The End 💖
guys if ur gonna post smut or wtv pls put warnings,, and proshipping + paraphilia is fvcking disgusting. atleast make your smut good you little horndogs 💀 it's ok to have sexual feelings and to write abt them but make sure there's tags!! ^_^ the main problem is ppl putting random tags like 'star' and 'coquette' underneath it, put relevant tags so when ppl wanna see it that's what they find and when they don't, they see silly littel emoji combos !! - alienkat :33

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Their kiss deepend, and so was his love for Biden. Biden pulled back from Trump's lips and catching his breath, a trail of saliva dripping down his chin. even after all the debates in his college and all the women he slept with he never went past a kissing stage. No matter how much trump tried, he was always the abnormal one. The cold december weather made Biden shiver, making him hold his cross tightly. "It's nothing.. i just had too much to drink.. I need to cool off bidey" Trump said, glazing at the snow. The only light illuminating was the moon's sorrowful light, that haunted springfield. "T-Trump.. you arent alright, what is it? you always had this sad look in your eyes.. please tell me.." Biden said as he sat on the cold stairs next to Trump, his friend group not noticing their disapperance as they drank their sorrow away. "Im tired Biden.. Im scared.." Trump said as he laid his head on Biden's shoulder, with tears streaming down his face. Biden was equally wasted, having drank the same amount of vodka as Trump. "You can tell me anything trump... im here for you" Biden said, as he held Trump's head close. The mood shifted to a semi romantic yet sad mood. Trump looked at the ground, avoiding Biden's soft eyes. "B-Biden.. I-I'm gay.. and i hate myself for that.. Im sorry.." Trump said, closing his eyes. He expected a slap. He expected to be yelled at. He expected a punch. He expected Biden to scream at him and tell him to repent. But he didnt expect a kiss, from his first and last love. Trump's eyes widened, the warmth of Biden's tongue warming his face in that cold december weather. Biden's mouth was the holiest thing Trump had ever tasted in his whole unholy life. The taste of his cherry chapstick, his soft lips – and his soft beautiful white hair. Suddenly it clicked for Trump; if this is what sin is in the eyes of christ then Trump was willing to defy God. He was willing to defy the teachings of his so called saviour, the god he grew up loving The god he would dare never defy nor disrespect. Trump was drunk, but he felt honest In that moment, as honest as a man could ever possibly be after a lifetime of lies. The world stopped moving for them both. The moment Trump's tongue was interwined with Biden's was the moment he felt as if he was free from the chains that held him back. Trump closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, enjoyed the sin he always tried to hide away from and let his heart lead the way, for this is his salvation, his paradise – his happiness. It was only then that what happened sank in for Trump. Trump sinned, and suddenly his feelings of love and lust were replaced with guilt. Guilt because he gave in to his temptations. Guilt because he enjoyed the kiss. Guilt because he defied the teachings that Christ bestowed upon him. Guilt because he betrayed his faith, his mother and his father. Guilt because in that moment, he knew what true love was. And he felt sadness too, because in that moment he knew that true love was forbidden for him. Because god was against him finding happiness in this earthly, mortal life. In that moment, he felt like his eleven year old self praying to God that he cleanses his soul and remove that sin in which he was cursed with at birth. "I.. I'm not.." Trump couldn't get the words out. His hands were shaking, and the alcohol in his system made his emotions worse. Trump started sobbing, and ran away leaving Biden with an aching heart. End of chapter 1 what do u guys think?
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Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)
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idc about the shitty smut on this website or the "erm guys you cant dislike sex, the stigma on it comes from religious extremism!!" (which may be true but there are plenty of reasons to not want to see sex everywhere AND acknowledge that forced religion is bad) , but i think itd be really cool if, on this website, you could make an account and then block tags that upset you so that i dont have to hear about everyone yappin
There’s something poetic about screaming before you die. In under-exertion, like a deer caught in the headlights, you fail to get away from your captor, but you cover yourself up nonetheless in useless armor of your own forearms, turning your head away in fear. You think it’ll do something, but in the heat of the moment (or maybe your blood vessels, the hair on your arm standing on its ends) you don’t think it’ll do anything but. There’s probably a policy for how that works. Science. Logic. The iron will of a hand flayed out, all the while the person doing so furrows their brows, the corners of their open mouth wrinkling against their cheek in a crude gesture of dominance. Shame on me for depicting that as something wrong, because I’m doing it right now, right? Subtle, but not subtle at the same time. The gesture of raising your arm, up-up-up into the sky, and lowering your hands clasped together a knife wrapped around it down-down-down into your victim, all the while they yell for their lives, something utterly futile; but poetic too. One of mankind’s elegies in their final death throes, expressing it in the way they know best. Conversing, saying something - opening their mouth, wide, before it closes, and so do your eyes, and your legs altogether, collapsing onto the ground. … Ha. Has winter ever been this cold? Tsugino stared down at the corpse beneath him, his back unable to hitch its owner up by the feet anymore now hunched against a garbage bag. He stared at him — it, or him? His face, so previously full of life the day before at school, chatting with a bunch of his classmates which surrounded him; eyes beady brown, glimmering in the specks of dust splattering from against the classroom window… now marble-like. His face was never this dark before, his bangs casting a shadow downwards his eyelids and into his cheeks. It was never this cold before, either. With his right palm touching the corpse’s cheek, he blew an exhale into it a moment after. There was no use caring for a NO. If they didn’t love him, who’s to say he had to care for their wellbeing in dingy alleyways either? Nobody. Nobody at all. _ … Though, now, he had somebody by his side. Wasn't that enough for him? He didn't know at all. Bleak days of cooking, walking to preparatory school, sauntering back home so as to review his notes, all the while met with a familiar face that greeted him each day — red bangs which curled into a small face, and into sharp eyes the same hue as his hair bounced each time Maeno tilted his head to the side, squinting due to his smiling widely — saying “Oh, Tsugino, you've finished cooking dinner?!” only to scrunch itself up in disgust, realizing he had mixed vegetables in it . . . this was fine, after all. Tsugino had grown accustomed to it. In fact, he delighted in such normality, knowing that for once, he was content with this life. He smiled at the sky, and it smiled back at him. If only it had just stayed the same forever. For some reason, Tsugino couldn't help but turn his head away from Maeno, not in contempt, but neutrality, because he realized something was off with the way he viewed his roommate (friend, former doctor, former handcuffed-by-the-wrist-partner) and he didn't know how to deal with it. He'd had felt these feelings before, but now that he was more, admittedly, mentally stable, the influx of emotions came through into his brain, overriding its insides completely. He didn't know what to do in order to handle these emotions, because he knew what they were; he just didn't want to say them out loud. He knew what it was. It was just at the tip of his tongue, rolling off of his mouth, swirling into his ears and back into his brain, mind’s eye trembling at the thought of it. He knew it was. Each thought he had about Doc intensified by the second, each tick of the clock creaking in a momentary steadying of itself before spinning in circles. His own cheek in his own palm. A pursing of his lips. His elbow holding his face propped onto his studying desk. His eyes inclined to the wooden surface, for it had naught else to focus onto for the time being. Maeno grinning, his teeth crooked into the shape of a feline cat shining through his open mouth. His eyes closed, fluttered, eyelashes barely visible when opened were his eyelids now visible, specks of what seemed to be dust sprinkled about. His red hair, messy, strands coiling themselves back into his scalp because he barely brushed his hair, if ever, even though the braid which dangled through his right bang was neatly kept, moving, turning once he looked at the camera (Tsugino’s imagination) Snap. Maeno’s eyes. They angled upwards, the upper eyelid curving into an arc ever-so-slightly. His pupils were smaller than the average person, the bottom half of his sclera made visible by his irises shaped into an oval, though jouncing to the side each little glance he took at each little precious thing he wanted to focus his attention onto. Snap. Maeno’s eyebrows. They were thin, long. Darker than his hair color. They were expressive. If you were to cover up his entire face, his eyebrows would still be something you could utilize in order to discern what he was feeling. Snap. Each time his collarbones peeked out from under his shirt as he angled his torso towards you. Snap. His fingers, long, scarred. Even though they had bandaids littered about, right onto his knuckles or other more curious locations like the tip of his index finger, they were pretty to look at, veins protruding through the back of his palm as they posed for the camera or as they wrapped themselves around an object. Snap. His skin. Snap. His knees. Snap. His ankles. Snap. His wrists. Snap. His chin. Snap. His cheeks. Snap. His ears. Snap. His back. Snap. His nape. Snap…? His everything? Was it the click of a polaroid camera, slowly lifted down in order for Tsugino to look at his muse in all of his glory, or a metaphor for Tsugino’s desire to eat Maeno whole? Was it his forlorn to reach his hand out to Maeno as he placed his palm onto his, wrapping his fingers around his hand before gently tugging at Maeno’s wrist, afterwards pulling him forward, leaning his chin into his for a kiss, or did he want to sink his teeth into his lips, tearing through it for he lowered it down into his chin, lower and lower into his stomach stained with blood which trailed through the gaping hole in his stomach, crudely shaped into the edge of a knife? Was it about Tsugino's scrutinizing gaze, cold, soft, everything in between, or his desire to kill Aki? It was both. It was two. One. Haru wanted to kill him. He wanted to see him dead. He wanted to see Aki’s guts spill out from outwards his stomach, the tenderness coming with a splurch and ending in a crescendo that was from in-and-out, dipping into the sausage-like organs. He wanted to reel his forearms back into the air, holding a knife in his trembling hands now gripping tighter onto the handle, only to stab Aki in the throat. He wanted to see him in such a position he couldn't help but be killed by him, maybe yelling, or maybe not. Maybe tears running down his cheeks, down the corner of his sharp eyes now squinting, closing in impulse; he wanted to kiss his tears away. He wanted to see its translucence, sempiternal, somewhat vaguely stained with red coming from his stomach, or his throat, or his eye, any part of him. He would accept all of them. He would accept all of them gratefully, kissing them too, or cutting them up into tiny pieces, chewing each in his mouth with a crunch from his left and a crunch from his right, before leaning into his collarbone made visible by the tank-top unfolding to the side, sinking his teeth into his skin, deeper into the flesh, and deeper into the muscle. He would like that. Two Haru loved him. Aki had taught him cruelly the meaning of love, and gently the meaning of love. He wanted to wrap his fingers around Aki’s jaw, before sliding his fingers forward to his chin so as to prop his mouth in front of his, kissing him, the hot air pressing against their faces each breath they took through inside of the mouths, pirouetting, swirling into their humid surroundings as Haru tilted his head to the side so as to lick at Aki’s tongue, swirling it around the base, their salivas mixing together into one - maybe that was the sort of thing he sought out in eating him, because that too was Aki inside of him. … … … … … Tsugino knew what he felt. He was so embarrassed, he had to say it. There was no use running away from it any longer, anyways, because any more and he'd have been lying to himself. He had a crush on Doc. Maeno Aki.
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The morning sunlight streamed into your bedroom, casting a warm golden glow over everything. Birds chirped outside, a melody you had learned to love as you grew older. Your fingers worked repetitively at your keyboard. Exhaution filled your veins, dragging you down. All you wanted to do was collapse on your bed and not get up until the next day, but something inside you wouldn't let that happen. It wasn't even like this was due any time soon, you just needed to get it over with. Your body seemed to be fighting your mind, however. All of a sudden, your brain jammed. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, lost. You didn't know what to type next. With a groan, you ran your hands through your hair. The exhaustion seemed to increase ten fold, as your eyelids fluttered shut. You collapsed backward in your chair, trying not to doze off to no avail. The birds seemed to quiet down for your slumber, and the glow of the sun warmed you just right. No. You had to finish your project. You had to- The door creaked open, and in the hallway stood your boyfriend. You heard him walk in slowly, his footsteps against the hard wood floor. He ruffled your hair gently and began to hum a melody. As he hummed, he pulled up the other chair and sat beside you at your desk. "Tired?" He mused, spinning in the chair. Lazily, you opened one eye to look at him. His brown hair fell over his face slightly, and he had that cute look on his face you loved. Your frown couldn't help but turn into a tired smile as your eyes raked over him lovingly. His dark brown eyes had a sort of sparkle to them, even though he had always hated his eyes. You never got why. He narrowed his eyes, leaning forward as he examined your computer screen. He looked at you, looked back at the screen, then looked at you again, knowingly. He rolled his eyes playfully, and rolled his chair closer to you. His voice was soft as he spoke, "I know what you're doing," he sighed, "you should take a nap. You have plenty of time to do this later, and usually it's not good to postphone things but clearly..." You let out a whine of protest. "But-" Gently, he cut you off. "No buts. Come, we can take a nap together. I'm feeling a bit tired too." Although you didn't want to admit it, your face lit up. Your heart fluttered like it had with him many times before. Your cheeks flushed slightly and you cleared your throat. Sheepishly, you nodded. He grinned as he saw your clear answer. He stood up from his chair, and beckoned with one hand. You stood up as well, your legs a bit shaky from exhaustion. Maybe you really did need that nap after all. He flopped on the bed, face first as you laughed. With a grunt he turned around to face up, and patted the space on the bed beside him. The corner of your mouth flicked upward into a smirk as you flopped onto the bed too. The two of you laughed together as you got comfortable. He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. He shifted his hand to your hair and toyed with it gently. He kissed you on the cheek as you giggled. You two had been dating for months by now, but something about him still got you feeling like a little kid with a school crush again. He began to hum again, the same song as before. This time, the song felt more whole, more beautiful. You shut your eyes and snuggled up against him as the weariness slowly leaked in. The tune buzzed around you, coaxing you into sleeping more. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, as you tried to match your breathing to it. The world seemed to slow down. His humming stopped. "I love you," he sighed, his voice tender. "You know that?" Your face flushed up slightly again, as you snuggled up against him tighter. You lifted your head, and gazed at him for a minute. Then you smiled, and whispered back to him. "I love you too."- .cxlour <3author's note:hey there! if u found this, ur likely looking for... something else. and i bet ur struggling with addiction.whether u wanna quit rn or not is up to u, but i know how hard it is. matter of fact i'm struggling with addiction too.u can just ignore this if u want, but remember that i'm so proud of you for not looking at p0rn for even just one day!have a great day and if you liked my story pls like itill be getting a dsc soon where you can contact me and maybe make requests! i won't be writing much in the mean timealso this is no hate to the people that write smut on here (except if you write gross cp/incest stuff), if you do write smut on here y'all should get a wattpadcause they'd love your awesome stories!! <3 also sorry for any typos lolif y'all also wanna try writing sfw stories on here pls mention me in the story i'd love to see them (don't tag me though)byeee respond or request using the .cxlour tag!!!!

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EMMA YOU KNOW WHERE TO MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL I KNOW I WILL WIN 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
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Trump was in hiss office in white house when biden showed up. Trumps eyes widen and he blushes. Biden wasn’t wearing any clothes. “T-trump-kun…?” he blushes as well, putting his litle hands in front of his throbbing manhood. Trump stares at Biden for a couple seconds, feeling his meat candle growing hard. “y-yes, kitten joe…?~” Trump says in a seductive voice, Biden giggles at the name. When he giggles his ass jiggles and Trump observers that. when he sees Biden,s fat gyatt jiggle he ekjacukates hard in his pants, letting out a loud moan. Biden gasps and then ejaculates as well. his ejaculation shoots all over the walls and floors. Biden falls down to the floor from the force of his ejaculate. he is a moaning mess as he twitches and shakes . he can not speak. only moan, Trimp comes up to him and then started stroking his manhood, staring at Biden on the ground. he ejaculates immediately and then he falls as well. obama comes in after a while too see the two gay men ejaculating over and ober again on the floor. when trump sees him he yells “NI-“ but then he’s cut off by a loud crash, it was abraham lincon. he was there to save the day. “fear not for i am here.!” lincon says as he whips ou his cock. he then uses his teleport to the eifil tower all of them where he observes that there were two gay men ther. one had brown hair and bandages while the otyer was ginger. the brown haird ones ass was impaled on the top of the eifel tower ejaculation all over him. lincon decides that it was a good idea so once the brown haird guy gets off the eifil tower spike he picks up Trump, impaling his ass on the spike. Trump yelled in pain but then started moaning and immediately ejaculates. observing Trumps ejaculation, biden and obama ejaculate as well, it falling down on to a nother gay man who moans and ejaculates as well. then every gay man started ejaculating because lincon was broadcast the whole thing and all were watching it. then lincon ejaculates and it goes into the sky and lands into a french guys baget and the ejaculation was poisonus so when the fucking stupid ass french man takes a delicate bite , he starts choking on the ejaculation. he then fucking dies. moral of the story is fuck the french.🇨🇵🥐🥖🗼🌿
btw yalls smut fics suck ass ^_^ stop being fucking weird. Go on Tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or something not a fucking font website. Let people look for emojis u waste of space
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