RANE, toliver james

[TOLIVER JAMES RANE]

NINETEEN. LOCAL. STRAIGHT. Sexy. alessandro de marco.
( TOLIVER JAMES RANE )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

sexy as fuck. who could deny this bitch?
no one.
thats right no one.
and I know your lookin at this jude.
Kennedy.
he's coming for you.
drop your pants now and save us all the trouble.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's jinx and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about a jillion. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by [e-mail]/b]. i'm also in the idk time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, alaska memory hewitt. !

Somedays it felt like there wasn't a sun anymore, as if all the down pouring rain was coming not to wash everything away but to mourn the lost of the warmth. Days of rolling clouds that just went on without an end, gray skies, and blue lies. Everything was just gone somedays, but the woods never were, the green never shifted away, they stood tall and held, growing only more present in the rain becoming sheltar, Harlow had always found herself at home, tucked beneath the trunk of a tree hiding from the rain, alone or together, the smell it was like home, only not, she was happy Ambrose too her out of her thoughts and filled the air with smoke to make her forget the difference, even if he didn't know. silly Ambrose. I don't think your my Prince. she shook her head her hair moving with her, princes are supposed to be cute and happy. she told him and she didn't believe she'd ever seen Ambrose act really happy, but he was plesant to look at. if no one else arrives you might be nice tho. she winked at him, but somehow it seemed childish and teasing not flirting and sexy, she was like a child in most ways more imagination then anything else.

Harlow smiled as she remember running as a child, I used to dream the trees could talk and tell me stories. her smile faded for a moment, these trees were so young, they barely stood tall and weren't thick as she would have liked but time would make them better, time will show them how their supposed to be, just like it does with all of us. she shrugged her shoulders and drew her eyes down to her paper, looking at it, her finger ran across the page feeling the paper beneath her finger tips. Her bag laid next to her feet leaning against her ankle, Just being silly I suppose. I was telling the trees a story. she said her eyes looked over him again, but I haven't figured it all out yet, and I don't think I'll remember too fix it all later her body lunged forward forcing it's self up, and off the rock she moved to one of the trees and touched its bark, feeling it press against her. Her wings behind her unfolded and fluttered around, silly little clear things barely a touch of purple with bursting blue viens like those on a leaf, they moved quickly and twitched but her feet didn't move off the ground she couldn't fly. what's it like to fly?

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