130. The name's Zeppoli. Pizza Zeppoli.
In a sea of everything and everyone she is the one to pull me away, become my first best friend. She lets me be whoever I am. And I do not realize, until she leaves, with the overly-magnifying lenses and the shabby bag, with the dirty rough-book and the toothy smile. The last I see of her is the retreating barbie bag, the smile bright white and fake, the hair a mass of shiny gold. I never see her again.
*lovingly throws up a half digested bird at your doorstep* have you heard of our new life insurance policy?
i feel like will graham would be the average ao3 author. the kind to leave the work for two years and then come back like oh yeah:) sorry about that:) i had a bit of an episode and got stabbed in the gut by my therapist:) but now i'm back :) (they fuck in this one by the way, sorry for the wait)
Pronouns are peepee/poopoo and you will address the queen as such
god the only thing that gets notes on here is destiel
Aspiring writer, watches movie recaps instead of watching the movie, wannabe artist
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