Have An Exam Today And Well Be Writing It For Five Hours Might Die
have an exam today and we’ll be writing it for five hours… might die
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you're about to drop a bomb, aren't you? PERIOD PERIOD 🪐
i guess you could call it that😋
REAL
like abby what you waiting for be the blanket that i deserve? be on top of me and lemme feel warm and all.... so mean of her for not being here doing that 🤨 all that muscles and no one size kink girl under her begging and drooling? a shame
and yes the fam is so welcoming but sometimes some people are too much, women hating on other women will never sit right with me and my goof ass will always fight them back i'm their #1 hater
but you're the sweetest ever your acc is so comforting love you sm <3
YOU’RE LITERALLY WARMING MY HEART THAT MEANS SM TO ME<33
and yeah, i think we women need to stick together! i don’t see any point in putting each other down or anything like that. i think it’s good that there are people, like you nonnie, who are willing to put their foot down when others spread hate
and literally like… why isn’t she my personal weighted blanket? the things i would do to have her on top of me, just for me to feel her body on mine. also like imagine laying on your stomach and doing something, like reading or working on your laptop, and abby comes and literally sits on your butt/thighs… like she’s straddling you kind of, if you know what i mean? would literally die
you guys literally are all so brave. even through the screen i can tell. keep going
i need comphet!abby to see me for the first time and then immediately start questioning her sexuality🤞🏼
a/n: i fucking love comphet!abby, thank you for this anon. also i’m exhausted from my exam and will be making an early night, night night peeps
abby always thought that love was as far away from what the movies painted it out to be that it could possibly be.
that love at first at sight, when everything turned into slow motion and some cheesy music started playing in the background- or even that feeling of always being filled with butterflies.
she never felt that way with owen. no, what she had with owen was nothing like that. nothing like this.
abby had been walking down the hallway of campus, on the way to the gym, when she suddenly bumped into someone. her eyes had been set on her phone, and she hasn’t paid attention to where she was going.
in the middle of trying to apologise to whoever she just fucking knocked to the floor, her words had died out on her tongue when she looked up at you.
it had felt like one of those movies, when everything halted down to slow motion and abby swore she had started hearing the soft sounds of a piano playing in the background. when you squeaked out a “sorry” it was like you shot an arrow through her heart.
god, you’re cute. and beautiful.
she blames it on the fact that you’re just too pretty, she’s human after all and all humans appreciate beauty. abby won’t realise why she felt that way until much later on, long after she’s helped you pick up your stuff scattered all over the floor, after she asks for your number since she just wants more friends on campus.
it’s not until you’ve sparked up a friendship that it dawns on her, that the movies were right about love. she just hadn’t been looking on the right direction.