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"early june"

all men do is lie

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I’ll never forgive you Taylor how could you ruin me you rich bastard

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Hey Tumblr,

Tag where you’re from and reblog this!

I’ll go first !!!

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(Verse 1) Four guys, one night, setting up the scene, Pillows on the floor, the mood just right, feeling like a dream. Pizza on the table, video games lined up to play, Laughing 'til we cry, in our fort we'll stay

.(Chorus) It's a slumber party, just us four, Telling tales and secrets, who could ask for more? No judgments here, just friends so tight, Four guys, one unforgettable night.

(Verse 2) Midnight movies, horror with a twist, Jump scares and popcorn, nothing's amiss. Trading jokes and stories, old and new, Finding solace in the familiar, the bond that grew.

(Chorus) It's a slumber party, just us four, Exploring dreams and fears, opening every door. In our little world, everything's alright, Four guys, one magical night.

(Bridge) And as the night grows old, and stars fill up the sky, We talk about the future, with hopes and dreams so high. In this room, we're brothers, in spirit and in heart, A slumber party for the ages, a masterpiece, a work of art.

(Chorus) It's a slumber party, just us four, A pact of friendship, stronger than ever before. With every laugh and scare, we're shining bright, Four guys, one extraordinary night.

(Outro) And when the morning comes, and the sun begins to rise, We'll remember this night, under the moonlit skies. For in this moment, we're infinite, wild, and free, Four guys, together, just as we're meant to be.

#fallou

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In the heart of the city, where shadows danced in the flickering lamplight, there lived a young woman named Katelina. She was known for her radiant smile and carefree spirit, but beneath her cheerful facade lurked a fear that consumed her every waking moment.

It all began one stormy night when Katelina encountered a sinister man lurking in the alley behind her apartment building. His eyes glinted with malice as he brandished a bath loofa, an ordinary household item turned into a weapon of terror in his hands.

From that moment on, Katelina lived in constant dread, haunted by the memory of the man with the loofa. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was always watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Every time she stepped into the shower, her heart raced with fear, imagining the loofa in his hands, poised to attack. The once soothing ritual of cleansing became a terrifying ordeal, as she envisioned the soft sponge turning into a deadly weapon in the hands of her assailant.

Sleep became a distant memory as Katelina’s nightmares grew more vivid and intense. She would wake up drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in her chest, unable to shake the feeling of impending doom.

Desperate for relief, Katelina sought solace in the arms of her friends and family, but no amount of reassurance could ease her troubled mind. The fear had taken root, growing stronger with each passing day.

As the weeks turned into months, Katelina’s life became consumed by paranoia. Every stranger on the street seemed to be a potential threat, every noise in the night a harbinger of danger.

But just when Katelina thought she couldn't bear the fear any longer, she made a startling discovery. The man with the loofa wasn't real. He was nothing more than a figment of her imagination, a manifestation of her deepest fears.

With this realization, Katelina found the strength to confront her demons head-on. She sought help from a therapist, who guided her through the process of overcoming her phobia.

Slowly but surely, Katelina reclaimed control of her life, banishing the specter of the man with the loofa from her mind once and for all. And as she stepped into the shower one fateful day, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she had conquered her greatest fear.

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In the bustling city of Brooksville, there lived a man named Awsten. Unlike his peers who pursued wealth and success, Awsten was a free spirit, marching to the beat of his own drum. He was known for his wild antics and eccentricities, but nothing quite matched his devotion to a peculiar object: a single, unassuming piece of lettuce. Awsten stumbled upon the lettuce one dreary afternoon while wandering through the local farmer’s market. Its vibrant green hue and crisp texture caught his eye, and in that moment, he felt an inexplicable connection to the vegetable. He purchased it without hesitation, convinced it held some deeper significance. Back in his small apartment, Awsten cleared a space on his cluttered coffee table and placed the lettuce upon it. He knelt before it, gazing at its leafy form with reverence. In that moment, he made a solemn vow to devote himself entirely to the lettuce, believing it to be a vessel of wisdom and enlightenment. Days turned into weeks, and Awsten’s devotion to the lettuce only intensified. He adorned it with makeshift ornaments, showered it with compliments, and even held lengthy conversations with it, as if expecting a reply. His friends and family grew concerned, but Awsten paid them no mind. To him, the lettuce was a source of solace and inspiration, a symbol of purity in a world corrupted by greed and ambition. As word of Awsten’s bizarre obsession spread, he became somewhat of a local celebrity. Some mocked him, others admired his unwavering faith, but Awsten remained steadfast in his devotion to the lettuce. He saw beauty and meaning in its simplicity, drawing strength from its unassuming presence. One fateful day, a powerful storm swept through Brooksville, leaving destruction in its wake. As the city grappled with the aftermath, Awsten saw an opportunity to put his faith to the test. He stood before his lettuce shrine, arms outstretched, and pleaded for the storm to cease. Miraculously, as if in response to his prayers, the storm began to dissipate, and rays of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds. The city was awash with relief and gratitude, and Awsten was hailed as a hero by those who witnessed the miraculous event. From that day forward, Awsten’s lettuce shrine became a symbol of hope and resilience for the people of Brooksville. Though some still regarded him as eccentric, many came to admire his unwavering faith and unorthodox beliefs. And as for Awsten, he continued to worship his beloved lettuce, finding solace and purpose in its humble embrace for the rest of his days.

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dating Awsten Knight headcanons (Awsten Knight x fem reader)

• He leaves you for a man

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Real pic of me and the girls after prom

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this is a niche crossover but i hope everyone enjoys my creation

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hey guys! just an inquiry anyone ever seen ANIMALS by maroon five 🤔 very inquisitive 😏

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girl that’s your biological father

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8.16.11

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fc barcelona playing actual football and scoring 3 goals

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the mental block atleti has when it comes to barça is unreal

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Hey bootie barker, one of my friends stalks edtwt, any advice?

My advice to you? All gee pal I don’t know… that’s pretty serious! Might I suggest seeking a counselor? Or you can always try asking them to please stop! Sometimes edtwt can be a community, so give them a real sense of community by throwing a party!!! Hope this helps ❤️