TRUE! nervous－－very, very dreadfully nervous
I have been and I am;
but why WILL you say that I'm
m a d?
I have been and I am;
but why WILL you say that I'm
m a d?
Leader of the 3rd Undertaker Platoon, Daida Hibana.
oh wow sorry i haven’t been on all day
i’ve been making a movie for spanish with my friend
“Georgia? Oh, Graff may have given me the wrong coordinates,” he sighed, lifting his arm and pushing a button on his wrist, a holographic map coming up with directions. But it said he was in the right place, and he trusted Graff more than anything so he would just play along. “All right, it does say Georgia. I’ll figure the rest out later.” Ender put away the screen then looked back at the girl, shrugging his shoulders. “Thank you.”
{☸}—-; “Well perhaps he did.” Evangeline really is not trying to be a snarky bitch when she says that, it is really just a force of habit. Not a very good habit at that. Wehehell, not that most certainly is not something one would see everyday. So, Eva will quirk and eyebrow or two in extreme mild confusion. She will ask—-in as calm of a voice as she can muster at this exact moment. “What’s that?” Way to go, Eva. Right on. Slowly nodding her head as half of her response. “No problem, kid.”
remember that time when i said i’d do replies
well instead i stayed up till 1230 making shitty drawings for my isearch
no one liks u
fuk off
or i’ll send the torturing drug lord to kill u
“See, I ain’t so bad, am I?” He asked with a goofy grin. He tried to be nice to everyone, even if they weren’t nice to him. Sure, he’d be snappy, but he’d try to find a common ground. Eva and Jude both suffered from having shitty home lives, that was common, right? “Jude, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Eva!” He eventually stops in front of a hole in the wall dive bar, opening the door for her.
{☸}—-; Eva quirks an eyebrow. “Guess you aren’t an asshole.” And here we go, add that onto the list of things she does compulsively, rash judgments. “Sorry ‘bout that.” And she is, promise. “Pleasure to meet you too, Jude.” Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it betteerrr. Eva you need to stop. Walking through the door, her eyes float around a bit. “Thanks.” Looks pretty shitty, just how she likes it.
