Albert Dasilva Harem Anyone

just had a psychiatry assessment today I am NOT schizophrenic!! 🎉🎉

If I wrote something about your amputee Jack would you want to read it?

YESS OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG OMGG YES ANON PLEADE PLEASR PLEADE

love giving silly updates ... you guys deserve to know what goes on

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERJOR

ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

RAHHHHHHH I wanna organise all my posts with tags but I DO NOT HAVE TIME!!!!!!! I am SO BUSY!!!! 3 weeks and I'm free........

“Davey – Day, c'mon, y’ain’t makin’ any sense…” Jack says gently, rubbing his hand across Davey’s shoulders. “I mean, d’ya just not like her? ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sometimes a girl just ain’t the one-”

“But she was.” Davey insists, and he feels all the more like a child for it. “She – she was smart, a-and funny, and beautiful, and if there was ever a girl I could’ve liked, could’ve – could’ve been with, it’d be her, b-but I… I just…”

He takes a painful breath, his voice crushed - like shards of glass - into his throat.

“Jackie, I don’t…” He whispers as hot tears scald his cheeks. “I think there’s something wrong with me?”

His voice pitches up at the end like a question – but he knows the moment the words are said, the moment the thought is finally pitched into existence, that it’s not. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He knows it. And now Jack does, too.

race: albert's arms are my reason for living they're so big and he never covers them up so I can always see them and he's so strong he can carry me for like 30 minutes and not break a sweat-

elmer: uh race

race: what?

albert standing behind him with tears in his eyes: you really think my arms are big???

would david jacobs smoke

(pot or cigarettes you decide)