Pistachiophobia - Pistachio

Kai: What’s your type?

Jake: Nothing too specific. Tall, brunette, hazel eyes, eats fruity loops at 4 AM, clever, beautiful-

Kai: You’re just describing Isa, aren’t you?

Jake: …maybe.

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Kai: What’s your ty-

Isa: Jake.

Isa: Are pancakes just pan cakes? Jake:Excuse me? Isa:Think about it, what if we were doing it all wrong? Jake:This is why you need friends.

Isa: Good morning

Jake: It would be, if it was morning

Isa: Shut up

Isa: Husband? Ha!

Isa: Never heard of him.

Jake: I feel like you don’t care about me at all.

Isa: Not true, I kept your blanket when you were gone.

Jake: Exactly! I didn’t have a blanket!

Isa: Well I’ll be damned.

a million words would not bring you back, i know because i tried, neither would a million tears, i know because I cried.

I just wanna write a slow dance scene 😭

(reasons why im still single)

the thick, grey mist concealed the sun’s golden rays. a ray of light managed to creep through the curtains. she burrowed herself into her blankets. she could still remember that day.

fuck! i’m in love…again!

zionists are finding gazans donations posts and harassing them and talking shit. if you see that PLEASE drown them out but with love for the gazans you're defending and not with hate towards the zionists. the goal is to make the person being harassed feel loved and not to fill their notes with negativity even if it's directed at zionists

Hi, love ! Not sure if you’ve already seen it but I posted your request :) Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you have a good day!🫶

thank you so much for writing the fic!