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⋅ ̊+‧ ୨୧ ‧+ ̊ ⋅ ❝ Wstery you first left me

I was wanting more

But you were fucking that girl next door

What'd you do that for? ❞ . . . ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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Having acquired a seat at the New Republic will always be the highlight of your life. Drowning among all type of famous journalists, you can barely make yourself known in your first days. You make conversation here and there, try to turn colleagues into friends, though most of the times you can barely hold up a conversation. And it’s not only because you’re new, still too young to make friends in a snap of fingers, but because...because you could barely keep your eyes off of him, Stephen. From your desk, you admire him everyday while he’s in his office, working. You stare, and play with your pencil, biting onto it’s end absentmindedly. God, he always looks so cute...so innocent, and sweet. The sweetest. Plus, those glasses...you just know they’d look so hot on him while all steamy, and maybe even wet with sweat...