ᅠ * ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝙼𝙰𝚇 ᅠ 𝙼𝙰𝚈͢𝙵͢𝙸͢𝙴𝙻𝙳 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ.ᐟ

@hispaladinheart meg.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ you’re very welcome! i’m always here to support you and i’ll always be on imessage as well, ilysm fern and thank you for always being there for me too! 🥺😭 i will do, thank you lovely <33

@hispaladinheart meg.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ i understand your decision, you have to put yourself first and think about your health, i feel exactly the same tbh about deactivating and leaving the st verse but i’m happy to keep in touch with you and you are such an amazing person fern! <33

max frowned, kept shaking her head until she felt lucas touching her hand and she turned around to face him, soon relaxed as she noticed his gaze softening and a weak smile appeared on her features. she exhaled softly and nodded her head. “ you’re right, we have each other. “

she’s trying to keep her trailer tidy but it’s hard, there’s emptied drink cans on the floor.

meg.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ i have been inactive on this account for so long, my muse is gone and i’m tempting to delete this account … i don’t know.

meg.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ i can’t get over matthew perry’s death 🥺💔

she’s seated on the school bus, headphones over her head to drown out the noise and ignoring everybody—— head pressed against the window.

“ i’m sorry, i didn’t realised that you were struggling and here i am, hiding myself. . . i should’ve checked up on you, i’m sorry. “ she looked at him, feeling the guilt inside her and then glanced away, biting her nails as she pondered deep in thought—- feeling terrible.

what‘s up with you faceache?

she’s really missing him too. she had been listening to his championship games on the radio—— she never stopped listening.

tell me, mom, please... what rule do i need to follow for this pain to go away?

i did my best… i did my best.

meg.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ it’s my birthday! 🥳🤍

she’s currently at the skatepark, practicing her zoomer moves.

you drew stars around my scars，but now i'm bleeding.

"you've... changed." / "no, i haven't changed at all. it's you who's changed."

meg.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ happy munday everyone!! <3

she’s at the school library, trying to complete her math and science homework but she’s so bored that she’s fast asleep on the desk.

i had no intention of mourning the ghost of who you used to be. but grief hit me with the weight of a hurricane & my tears haven’t stopped flowing since.