GO FORTH SLOWLY / STORAGE

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]❤ — COMPLETE AND TOTAL ADORATION
❤ — ADMITTED ROMANTIC AFFECTION
❤ — UNKNOWN ROMANTIC AFFECTION
❤ — FAINTLY CRUSHING ON
❤ — PUPPYLOVE
❤ — DEVELOPING CRUSH
❤ — POTENTIAL FOR MORE THAN FRIENDSHIP
❤ — WOULD GIVE UP EVERYTHING FOR
❤ — MIGHT AS WELL BE FAMILY
❤ — CONSIDERS HIS BEST FRIEND
❤ — CONSIDERS A CLOSE FRIEND
❤ — CONSIDERS A FRIEND
❤ — RESPECTS COMPLETELY
❤ — CONSIDERS HIS ROLE MODEL
❤ — WANTS TO KNOW BETTER
❤ — POSSIBLE FRIENDSHIP
❤ — TOLERABLE
❤ — UNSURE ABOUT/UNFAMILIAR WITH
❤ — DISDAIN/FAINT DISLIKE
❤ — IRRITATED BY
❤ — SLIGHT DISLIKE
❤ — MODERATE DISLIKE
❤ — INTENSE DISLIKE
❤ — COMPLETELY HATES

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]HELLO! I'm so glad you guys are here asldkjf.

- Relink the bubblegum boy and fix his entire life, he's running around with the demon again.

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]the idiot is here again. remake pinterest board with a stronger Pink Punk note

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YOU TRY TO GET BACK HOW IT USED TO BE

[div style="width:280px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;text-align: justify"]｢ searching for truth in the words i speak, but the message is blurred and never quite complete | info - pinterest ｣ ——————

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﹠ | valen trevelyan — prince charming

-—–— [i]ALL THE KINGS HAVE STOLEN CROWNS  //  PINTEREST ﹠ BIOGRAPHY

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A very old thing I made for Valen on BB. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vestibulum nec purus vehicula elit accumsan consequat sed at elit. Aenean fermentum nisl et diam ullamcorper, et commodo mi convallis. Duis at sem a velit egestas pretium. Suspendisse potenti. Proin a commodo sem, sit amet ultricies lectus. Morbi varius ipsum tortor, eget accumsan felis accumsan et. In suscipit ante nec ante laoreet, at efficitur est aliquam. Proin viverra quis quam non efficitur. Curabitur quis elit rutrum, condimentum nulla eu, feugiat odio. Aliquam eu dapibus est, gravida posuere lorem. Pellentesque vulputate, magna aliquet consectetur feugiat, velit nulla suscipit arcu, eget feugiat orci nunc quis turpis. Aliquam laoreet eu lorem a cursus. Aliquam laoreet aliquam turpis ut tempor. Nullam cursus ullamcorper quam, eget tempus massa porttitor ac. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec condimentum arcu sed mi euismod lobortis. Aenean viverra augue malesuada aliquet iaculis. Vestibulum nisl dui, mollis vestibulum ex a, iaculis imperdiet mi. Nulla porta consequat elit.

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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]His old aesthetic associations, also from BB.

i. CHANTRY BOY. Rose gold and heavy silk. Smooth braided ropes, candlelight, stained glass windows. Uncomfortable crowns. Old books, cracked leather, crumbling stone.

ii. CHILDHOOD. Muddy feet and ruined shoes. Bare feet on smooth stone, making faces at wet washcloths, whining at the tug across skin. Standing at the doorway hopefully, kicking the ground as you leave. Making faces behind their backs.

iii. FREEDOM. Pants rolled up to the knee. Sunshine on bare skin, closed eyes looking up. Bitter fruit and warm water, smoldering ash and the sound of crickets. Stargazing until the sun comes up, falling asleep at noon. Thick grass and wildflowers.

iv. OBLIGATION. Coarse clothing and reluctance, biting tongues. Heavy stomach and heavier heart. Blood-stained gold, hiding bruises, staring down at the floor. Insomnia, feeling too comfortable to sleep. Black ice, heartache.

v. SELF. Leather. Boot polish. Unpolished cedar. Calm lakes. Well-read romance novels. Slightly over-baked apple pie, softened with vanilla ice cream. Sunlight through falling dust. A lazy summer afternoon underneath an ancient tree. Lutes. The light laughter of a full crowd. Well-worn floors, warm hands on warm skin. Breathlessness, silent laughter. Dropping jackets over chairs, forgetting to pick them up. Windswept hair, cautious kisses.

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﹠ | valen trevelyan —–

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]"I know I'm not the first person to love you. I know I probably won't be the last. But that doesn't — that doesn't have to change anything."