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12 days ago
Current We're fucking cooked, dudes.
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20 days ago
Moving multiple states away from my home town tomorrow, and it's all sinking in. Holy shit.
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2 mos ago
Beer is liquid bread. Pop-tarts are ravioli. Corn dogs are Popsicles. I will not be explaining.
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2 mos ago
Having a panic attack? Try shaking your ass to the Mama Mia soundtrack instead.
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5 mos ago
Even as a waitress, I'm tired of the excessive tipping culture. Just please remember your servers make below average federal minimum wage. If service is shit, service is shit though.
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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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Interested. I'll have a Faceclaim and color code for you shortly.

Edit: Gregg Sulkin // Color Code TBD and Arielle Chartrand // Color Code FFC6AA
I'm in that weird phase in life where I'm getting a lot of stuff done and finally making progress. However at the same time I barely have anything to physically show for it and feel like I should have accomplished way more at this age. I know that I can follow my own path and shouldn't let society pressure me, but that doesn't make it any better. I have people I went to high school with that already have families and houses and degrees and I'm just... here.


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Location: Dorm room 805
Mood: Hopeful & Excited
Time: 8:00 AM
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Returning to Marble Heights was something that Reyna had been looking forward to for the last month.

While she loved coming back home to spend the summer in Orlando, Marble Heights was also her home in some sort of strange way. She had friends there. Alex, Addie, and Cole - just to name a few. Then there was Topher - the cute, shaggy haired musician that she had been texting all summer. The two of them had had a class together last year and instantly hit it off, becoming quick friends. Talking to Topher had been something that she was shocked to find she liked so much, but yet here she was.

The prospect of making new friends this year was also exciting. There were new dorm rooms, and even more roommates. Reyna just hoped that her roommates weren’t bitchy or boring.

Aside from social interactions, the things that Reyna was looking forward to the most was the California scenery and the freedom of being away from her parents' influence. Reyna’s home life was great, and she’d never deny her love for her family - but she did believe that being away from them has allowed her to really become her own person.

Her cousin Tessa had spent the last week at the Rosales residence, celebrating Reyna’s father’s birthday. The fortunate timing had allowed the two girls to spend Reyna’s last few days shopping, eating, drinking, and spending time on the beach. The excitement from her last few days at home had been more than enough to help her get over the boringness of the flight to Marble Heights.

Once there, Reyna made her way up to her dorm. It was nice to see that the school had spared no expense when it came to building the new student housing. The paint was fresh, the elevator worked, and the lighting was amazing. Deciding that she would focus on unpacking later, Reyna headed to the kitchen to begin doing what she did best - cooking.

She had been lucky enough to sneak in cannabutter and brownie mix. In a few short moments, Reyna had found the required tools in order to make her breakfast of champions. Once the brownies were in the oven, Reyna went through the dorm room and opened up the windows, as well as turned on the ceiling fan.

Putting on some music, Reyna crossed her fingers that the weed brownies wouldn’t stink up the dorm. They usually didn’t, but every batch was different.

Beginning to hand her clothes up in her new temporary closet, Reyna looked forward to whatever this school year had to offer.


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