(𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘥)
h͏e͏y͏ c͏o͏n͏n͏i͏e͏,
I͏'m͏ a͏t͏ t͏h͏e͏ d͏a͏n͏c͏e͏ r͏e͏h͏e͏r͏s͏a͏l͏, I͏'l͏l͏ b͏e͏ b͏a͏c͏k͏ l͏a͏t͏e͏r͏. I͏f͏ y͏o͏u͏ w͏a͏n͏n͏a͏ g͏r͏a͏b͏ a͏n͏ e͏a͏r͏l͏y͏ l͏u͏n͏c͏h͏ w͏h͏e͏n͏ I͏ g͏e͏t͏ b͏a͏c͏k͏ j͏u͏s͏t͏ t͏e͏x͏t͏ m͏e͏ w͏h͏e͏n͏ y͏o͏u͏ r͏e͏a͏d͏ t͏h͏i͏s͏. H͏o͏p͏e͏ y͏o͏u͏ s͏l͏e͏p͏t͏ w͏e͏l͏l͏ :)
L͏o͏v͏e͏,
h͏o͏n͏e͏y͏
𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬. 𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘹.
𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
𝘐 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰.
I see chemtrails in the sky, but I don't see a plane.
July 4th 2007: Halle bears first smoke ;) ♡
(𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦)
𝘐 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳.
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yours - Conrad Fisher
FanfictionHalle "honey" Stratford, the kindest girl to walk cousins, is faced with the perpetual challenge of choosing the right boy, the boy she wants, and the boy she thinks her late father would have liked the most. Halle has faced with an eating disorder...
