#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ.
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the amount of times gemma just kisses her son's gf's/wife's on the mouth is more than any mom should but also... ;)
#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ x ᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇꜱ#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ x ᴡᴇɴᴅʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ.
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𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ?
The Lovers
Your lover’s back does not look quite the same this morning. No one else would notice the difference, if there even is a difference, but you could swear they have more vertebrae than usual. Something in the breathing, as you stare at them in the morning light. The light in the kitchen is just as warm as it always is, the coffee just as hot, but you cannot meet your lover’s eyes. They kiss you on the forehead, go off to work, shake their keys on the way out as they always do. Did they eat anything this morning? Did they speak? Of course they did. You’re probably losing your mind. You would call your friends to ask, if you had any friends left. You don’t, of course, haven’t for months. You only need each other. You only need them. You haven’t spoken to anyone in months. You count the notches on their back. You watch them breathe. You pray they don’t turn around.
tagging : whoever wants to do it.
#ah i see. pain. agony. i see. “you would call your friends to ask if you had any friends left”#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴅᴀꜱʜ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ.
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doing the tarrot card dash game &
The house you grew up in:
Where is the "my mom was an overbearing abusive bitch that died of a heart defect, same one i also almost died of, & my brother died of, & my 6 year old son died of. & oh my dad has alzheimers & forgot i exist" option.
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@xthexkillingxgroundsx i love this show & i love her
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