Milo Manheim 🤍

red, gold, and green

“Did you get down and dirty in the slurry?” Wally asks, far too sincerely to be anything but snarky, and Charley pelts the empty cup at his head. Wally bats it away easily, laughing. “Told you that you lit a fire in his kiln.” “I’m gonna kill you dead. Deader.” Charley says. He stretches his legs out in front of him, and leans back in the chair. Much of the reunion has cleared out by now, but several people are still mingling at tables here and there. Charley notices that the football team has gone.

It’s like poking at a barely scabbed over wound, but-

He has to know.

fic here

girls be like "i know a spot" and then keep you in their hearts forever

Y’all help what’s that website that’s a giant stockpile of roleplay icons

Raw raw rahahah whatever Lady Gaga said

Wally punched the shit out of that creep for Rhonda 🥹

“You like a pretty boy with a pretty voice”

(Lovers Rock by TV Girl)

when your circle small but y’all crazy

The raised eyebrow is so cunty.