i'll steal the stars.
i heard that more than ninety percent of the ocean remains undiscovered, so maybe that’s where i am. maybe that’s where i’ll find myself.
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I'll burn the bridge when I get to it [dead blog]
Call it love,
or call it murder,
kill me quietly.
Written by Hibe.「 Indie OC blog 」
call it love,
or call it murder,
kill me quietly.
Written by Hibe.「 Indie OC blog 」

glaswen:

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      “Can I sit here?”
            The library was full as it was, so it wasn’t completely random to ask
            one of the students who were by themselves for a seat. Regardless of
            her answer, or her tone, the brunet takes the chair beside her, a few
            text books slamming down on the surface.
     
          

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      “…Sure.”

      Now her ears were ringing because of the loud slamming he nonchalantly caused, well, that always happened no matter who. She regretted hearing her thunderous music sometimes, but it was the only kind she liked at the time. But now her only ‘problem’ moreso was now having the possibility of someone talking to her, which is exactly why she came to the library in the first place.

  1. glaswenarchive-blog reblogged this from kaksinimea and added:
    Ohhh, he likes her. He’s never been good at memorizing who was in his class, but the teacher had certainly left her...
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    “Second seat, first row. Quite possibly the most terrifying seat in the class.” She didn’t want to talk to him at all,...
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