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"It's quiet out there."
“It’s stopped raining.” Mary cast a glance outside the window. It had been storming for God knows how long and everything was completely flooded. The sky was a ring of grey clouds, with the middle showing the blue sky. “But not for long. We should scavenge while we still can."
Portrait of Mary Beauclerk, Lady Charles Spencer by Sir Joshua Reynolds.
Pure Glow
Send me "It's quiet out there" for my muse's reaction to being stuck in the middle of an apocalypse with your muse.
OPEN RP
Mary was a cool gorl. She rapped. Her last name was Strider and she was cool. She was going to play a game with you today. Continu?
“Wow Mary, your a cool girl” said johngelinne egbert she gazed into Mary’s beautiful eyes
"Course I am." Replied Mary cooly, tipping her sunglasses. "So, Johnangelinne" "when are we going to play this game?"
bandaids dont fix bullet holes
OPEN RP
Mary was a cool gorl. She rapped. Her last name was Strider and she was cool. She was going to play a game with you today. Continu?
Like/Reblog if you love your sister more than anything in this life and that you would choose her happiness over yours every time
My conscience gnaws away at my heart Am I spoiled for Andrey’s love or not? Oh I can soothe myself with irony: Nothing! It was nothing I didn’t lead him on at all No one will ever know I’ll never see him again Nothing has happened And Andrey can love me still O God, why isn’t he here?
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