Rumor has it that your school is haunted with a highschooler around your age. While you stay after school to catch up on a subject you hear a whisper in your ear. You freeze up expecting to hear whispers of pain and anguish, instead you hear the answer’s to your homework
“I went to college, I was 18 years old, I looked like I was 11. I lived like a goddamn Ninja Turtle. I didn’t drink water the entire time. I lived on cigarettes and alcohol and Adderall.”
love: overthinker, long baths with rose petals, sad yet powerful smiles, old libraries, often found staring at the stars, hands smudged with graphite, no sleep™️
honey: messy hair, loud yet beautiful laughter, bold colors, swirly handwriting, pink lipstick, wandering through art museums, dancing for no reason, vibrant dreams
sweetheart: summer breezes, compliments everyone, probably owns a pair of overalls, tea drinker, can’t sing for shit but still does anyway, favorite type of food is dessert
cutie: likes baking, says they’re stupid but is actually really damn smart, wants pastel hair, takes really nice notes, ice cream, favorite article of clothing is an oversized hoodie, pretty eyes
darling: s o f t, fav color is either yellow or pink, lots of flowers, wants to pet a cat, sleepy, actually has time to eat breakfast, rainy days, lip gloss
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