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Lillian laughed quietly, "I mean technically you are? But fuck that shit."
"So you aren't mad at me?"
Lillian laughed quietly, "I mean technically you are? But fuck that shit."
"So you aren't mad at me?"
Wren took a deep breath - and walked away. She couldn't bear to have her crush see her in rags. "Maybe another time," she sighed, trying to keep herself calm.
"If you wanted to have fun with smells then go to a candle store. They have lots of smells."
"But not homey smells,"
"Then just sniff some vanilla. That's a nice homey scent that might also get you high."
"No, drugs get you high and food smells like home,"
Lillian laughed quietly, "I mean technically you are? But fuck that shit."
"So you aren't mad at me?"
"Not you. I'm fucking pissed at Jess and am going to fucking murder her when I see her next."
"No, some of the druggies at school get high off of vanilla fumes, I've watched them. It's kind of fascinating."
Lillian laughed quietly, "I mean technically you are? But fuck that shit."
"So you aren't mad at me?"
"Not you. I'm fucking pissed at Jess and am going to fucking murder her when I see her next."
"Wow… Violent,"
"No, some of the druggies at school get high off of vanilla fumes, I've watched them. It's kind of fascinating."
"You're weird," he laughed, "By the way, I think the food is ready," It smelled amazing, he was mostly kidding about not knowing what he was doing.
"I'm a violent person at the moment."
"I'm not weird! I'm being awkward with confidence." She smiled. She loved the smell of home cooked meals, it reminded her of when her mother would cook dinner when she was still alive.
"I'm a violent person at the moment."
"But… You aren't mad at me?"
"I'm not weird! I'm being awkward with confidence." She smiled. She loved the smell of home cooked meals, it reminded her of when her mother would cook dinner when she was still alive.
Ryan pulled wine glasses from the cabinet, "Red or White, love?"
"Red, obviously. What kind of cliche lover do you think I am?" She chuckled.
(they never got Ethiopia)
(Lol)
"No, no, I'm not," Lillian was slightly lying. She was a little mad, but she had to push that away.
"Red, obviously. What kind of cliche lover do you think I am?" She chuckled.
"Bordeaux because I am secretly expensive," he chuckled, pouring wine into the glasses and placing them at the table.
(Lol)
"No, no, I'm not," Lillian was slightly lying. She was a little mad, but she had to push that away.
(*they never got thailand)
"Are you lying to me so we don't have to fight?"
"Ah yes, only the best liquid lip tint out there." She giggled. Red wine always stained her lips red and the only way to clean it was to let it fade over time.
Lillian was glancing downwards, "No."
(MONGOLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)
(Lol)
Lillian was glancing downwards, "No."
"Stahp lying to meeeeeee,"
"Ah yes, only the best liquid lip tint out there." She giggled. Red wine always stained her lips red and the only way to clean it was to let it fade over time.
"Which is extremely beautiful," he laughed as he hauled food over as well.
"Fine! I'm a little mad," Lillian finally gave in.
"Fine! I'm a little mad," Lillian finally gave in.
"Do you feel like I cheated on you?"
"I don't wear red lipstick, leave me alone." She pouted playfully as she slid into a seat at the table.
Oh why did that stupid question come up, "No. I just- It's hard to explain okay?"
"I don't wear red lipstick, leave me alone." She pouted playfully as she slid into a seat at the table.
Ryan piled food onto his plate and got eating, normal food is what curved his blood thirst so he ate a ton… Plus the Italian thing.
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