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i really don't know what is wrong with me, i've never seen you or anything and i still get butterflies in my tummy when i see your blog... ;__;
asdfasdfadsfadsfadsf„, oh my ,gosh„, <//////////////////////////////////////< y-you can speak to me off anon if you want, even if you dont say that this was you, i really don’t mind. uwu
even though you can't see who i am i still feel so awkward because i don't know how to talk to people.. :/ ...i really hate myself for being so shy.
oh nonoonnono, it’s fine don’t worry about it. we can all be shy and awkward at times or completely. just take your time and speak to me when you feel ready, okay sweetie?
Jackson knew he had to pull the arrow out of his wing, but he couldn’t reach that far and it hurt too much to bring it forward. “Dammit…” Shooting him down was petty, if they wanted him dead, why couldn’t they just do it? Because that would ruin the thrill of the game. Of course. He walked along a little more, before stopping for a breath. He was certainly getting no where. He sighed.
Show me love too!
I’ve decided to nick this from Britt, because I’m feeling lonely, bored and willing to spill my latest endeavors. I’m sure you’d like to know.
So send me some questions, you beautiful over-interested people!
Or does no-one care about little old me?