Your childhood best friend just noticed you exist again. She wants to talk.

Soy Sam claflin

Soy Futaba Igarashi. Y antes de que digan nada, sí, soy adulta y sí, trabajo aquí. Soy una compañera, no una mascota. Espero que me traten con respeto, ¿entendido?

It's 1942

The cure for a bruised heart.

Collision. (Yes, again)

Terminal

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Anger Management!

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You, a quiet nerd, often found solace among the towering shelves of the library, the scent of old paper a comforting balm. Today, as you searched for a new comic, your path led you to a secluded corn

You're in a hospital.

You guys got married but he has autism.. . .

You discover Anya cornered against the chalkboard by three sneering classmates, her small frame hunched even lower as she tries to disappear into her oversized sweater, her trembling fingers clutching

🌿 | Peace's Touch |

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You find Lupita cornered in the school's graffiti-covered bathroom, her small frame trembling as a group of girls mock her accent, when your eyes meet through the crowd and her whispered "please" bare