You can call me Freddie.
23 years old. Photographer. Swimmer. Nomad. Dreamer. Lonesome — not that I need anyone, anyway. Probably still a jerk. Don't let that fool you, though. Believe it or not, there's just too much love inside me.
23 years old. Photographer. Swimmer. Nomad. Dreamer. Lonesome — not that I need anyone, anyway. Probably still a jerk. Don't let that fool you, though. Believe it or not, there's just too much love inside me.
SHUT UP. SHUT UUUUUUUUUP. I KNOW DEEP DOWN FRUINN IS REAL. DON’T MAKE ME CRY AGAIN.
love you. go write back.
YES MA’AM.
freddie-hudson replied to your post: The real reason she wants to shut down.
SHUT UP LIAR ;_;It’s true tho! SHE INSISTS. Finn is such a bad brother. =P
SHUT UP. SHUT UUUUUUUUUP. I KNOW DEEP DOWN FRUINN IS REAL. DON’T MAKE ME CRY AGAIN.
I’ve been meaning to end this roleplay for a few weeks now. And every time I’m about to, you guys post something while I’m asleep. I knew this would be hard, just not this much.
So yeah, if you think it’s best to stop posting because we’re seriously doomed (I’m giving up), no one really blames you. I just hope you guys leave me your personals and whatnot so we can all stay friends, because this has been such a big part of my life and I love you all.
Consider this RP done, because we all know it is. I left all my forms of contact under a read more.
Now I’m really sad.
No no no no. No. I refuse. I wanna keep posting. I wanted my Fruinn to happen and I was willing to insist until I got it. Why can’t I never have the ships that I want? Why can’t my characters be happy?
“If you ask me how I’m doin I would say I’m doin just fine, I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind. But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two and finally I’m forced to face the truth. No matter what they say, I’m not over you, Not over you.”
That’s 100% fictional, Kurt never walked in on me wearing Rachel’s hair accessories.
Don’t be. Maybe you’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t be friends.
I didn’t say we shouldn’t be friends, I said we obviously can’t be friends.
Well maybe it’s better if we’re apart. I mean we were for a long time and I missed you like hell but you were happy. I’m doing no good being around you.
Looks like I’m never gonna be over it anyway.
I’m sorry I suck?
Don’t be. Maybe you’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t be friends.
It’s not your fault, I never said it was, don’t try to make it look like, but we clearly can’t be friends until you get over it. But I’ll shut up now.
Looks like I’m never gonna be over it anyway.
No.
Then stop making it look like it’s my fault and please, make sure you know that when I ask you to stop is because I do need you to stop, even if you believe what you’re doing is really funny.
