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Miranda

@fuckingelectricqueen-blog

19/arg/reblogueo boludeces pero en el fondo soy piola instagram:@mirandayassine
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                                                  ☆*:.。. skam・boy squad .。.:*☆

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jydoodles

I never really tried painting this scene because it was too perfect and there were already so many great artworks recreating it but I guess missing something so much will change you

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carolamart

“Respect. With Respect we can fight prejudices, better understand each other, and become more “us” rather than “us and them”. Respect is a very simple yet clear message to those around you. “I respect you for who you are”.

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She’s cute, she’s smart, she’s cool, she’s brave, she’s got beautiful eyes and a gorgeous smile. I didn’t say a name, but she popped into your head.
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nessauepa

You are the man of my dreams

“Its like a hashtag…”

“What?”

“When you’ve finally found the man of your dreams, it turns he likes…Gabrielle.”

Even’s heart does an abrupt halt. For Isak, his absurd Isak has just slipped that.

Even is no dream. And it pinches his heart to know this boy who hasn’t left his thoughts since the first day of school has no clue. He has to tell Isak, Even knows that, knows he has allowed things going too far, knows it isn’t fair to him. He knows all of that, knows by the way his head heaves, knows it with the guilty that hasn’t left the pit of his stomach.

But then, how can he give up on this? When Isak is seeing him? Falling in love with him? Him. The him beneath the disease, the him he could have been, just carelessly in love. Isak it’s like a drug he has been flirting with.

Even knows they have a deadline, but he will allow himself that this time, he will go to hell, but needs to have a little more of this, to have a glimpse of everything that could have been.

So this afternoon, this kitchen, this boy, Even is going to hold on it, will pray for time to stop, to slow down. For one day, Even will be indeed someone’s dream, will pretend that the taste of Isak’s lips is something that he can take for granted, that it will always be there, like the sun and the moon, and the green in his eyes, that it will get so familiar at some point that he won’t feel butterflies exploding anymore, that it will be just a welcome home. Home, sweet, home.

There and then, Even is just Even, the kitchen is just a kitchen, Isak is still everything and they will be together forever.

“Say it again.”