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Oh my God…

I need to make this.


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Hey Jake

I just went to say hello but you beat me to it! We must be connected at the brain or something, heh.

I’m glad to see that you finally hopped on the Tumblr bandwagon, sis.



Maya, hey! How’s it going, wittle sis?


Ooh, that sounds like so much fun!! How does it all work? Yup, I’m free for the most part.

It is! Well I could tell you that.. but that would take away from the special-ness. I could take you to LARP sometime and then just /show/ you how it all works..? I think you’d really like it.

Hm, well I’d ask if you were free tomorrow; but I think Owen’s coming over for a gaming marathon… How about Saturday?


klsdflkjslkdjfklsdkljf Black Puggle!!!

Kittens are cuter.

  • Clare: Shook her head softly at Jake's persistence, gnawing on the corner of her mouth. "Jake. I'm fine now, really. You don't have to worry." She smiles mutely through pursed lips to him, a dull ache forming in her temples, and a layer of guilt in the pit of her over empty stomach. "I feel fine now, I think I just stayed out-.. up too late. So what movie did you guys watch?"
  • Jake: "I'm your brother, it's my job to worry." He laughed softly. His eyebrows knitted together, his vision narrowing on his sister. "Out...? Where did you go last night, Clare?" He asked. "And I don't want you to lie to me, Clare." He clarified, trying to stand his ground. "We watched Super Bad, though." He answered finally, still waiting to hear her explanation about where she was last night.
  • Bianca: Uh... hey.... can I ask you something?
  • Jake: Of course. What is it?
  • Bianca: I need a science tutor, and you're kind of smart... right?
  • Jake: Not to sound cocky, but 'kind of' is an understatement.. Heh. But if you'd like, I'll tutor you.
  • Bianca: Riight. Well, thanks, cause I definitely need it.
  • Jake: It's not a problem at all, Bianca.
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“Flowers For A Ghost” - Thriving Ivory

Who will bring me flowers when it’s over? And who will give me comfort when it’s cold? Who will I belong to when the day just won’t give in? And who will tell me how it ends and how it all begins?