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Lovechilren's relationships in a nutshell UPDATED[ in cookie's point of view :iconheplz: ]
-> :iconaskaphsanmarino: The boys when someone disrespects Mummy:
-> :iconaskaphsanmarino: to mummy in general:
Viktor to the people he have met:
-> to daddy :iconfrancisplz:
-> :iconl-ucille: Julieta: (mutual)
Viktoria -> Jaden:
-> :icont-raveller: Aleksei (mutual):
Best bros ever.
-> :icona-ndres: Andres: (most of the time)
-> :iconb-ollocks: James: (mutual)
(so perf omfg)
Viktoria to Juanita:
( Jaden just sits there and be like "What...the...fuckkkkk!??!?")
-> :iconkitten-king: Christi, Louis, Sandra:
(Vik to all of them)
(but Chris to Vik)
(and then after that Vik would be like)
-> :iconindia-chan: Cecilia:
-> :iconf-lores: Paulina:
-> :iconred-white-cloak: Myka: (mutual)
-> :iconclassyandelegant: Danielle:
"YO HAIR BABY" <3<333
"Not Jul though" : ^ )
-> :iconclassyandelegant: Francesco:
-> :iconis-abella: Isabella:
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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