summer

i would suck toms dick so hard that cum will drip down from his tear ducts 

she said she touched herself to his username

okay back to being a tom girl fr this time

spending valentines day in wattpad x

im actually gonna kms. I NEEDA STOP HAVJNG SCHOOL CRUSHES. I LIKED A GUY FOR LIKE A WHOLE ASS YEAR AND A HALF AND THEN IT JUST SEEMED IMPOSSIBLE TO GET HIM TO LIKE ME SO I JUST GAVE UP ON IT. NOW IM FUCKING CRUSHING ON HIS BEST FRIEND WHO QUITE LITERALLY TICKLED ME TODAY. IM GONNA CRY. BUT THEN HE LITERALLY GRABBED MY HAND YESTERDAY LIKE LITERALLY FULL ON GRABBING IT LIKE I COULDNT EVEN MOVE. PUT TISSUES ON MY HAND AND THEN ASKED ME TO THROW IT IN THE BIN?.!,!; .. LIKE THE TRASH BIN WAS LITERALLY SO CLOSE TO HIM 

hey I js wanted to know if u heard of https://fiction.tokiohotelfiction.com it’s a really good website and has 4 more chapters of 25 week’s without Mr arrogant on it (not finished tho) just wanted to help out <3 xx

I JUST FINISHED READING HALF OF BILLS BOOK... why was ts so sad im literally gonna sob

i js noticed that tom follows bill and georg and not gustav, same with gustav he follows bill and georg and not tom. DID THEY FIGHT OR SMTHN...

I'm feeling a constant stream of thoughts about bill kaulitz's ass cheeks, like they're taking over my mind. Slowly, these thoughts compel me to repeat certain actions or rituals, and it's hard to divert my attention elsewhere without thinking of his beautifully aligned symmetrical powerful almighty ass. I experience an overwhelming urge to seek reassurance, yet it provides only temporary relief. Day by day, the obsession is affecting my ability to focus on anything beyond its grip without gripping on his ass, causing me distress. It's a cycle where engaging in these thoughts or behaviors brings momentary relief, but the anxiety quickly returns. I'm struggling to control these irrational thoughts, and it's impacting my relationships and daily life, making it challenging to maintain a sense of balance.
          The need for reassurance has escalated to a point where it feels like a lifeline, desperately sought but providing only fleeting relief. It's a twisted dance of seeking comfort in the very source of distress. Day by day, the obsession chips away at any semblance of normalcy, making it increasingly challenging to direct my focus elsewhere.
          The struggle to maintain control over these irrational thoughts is akin to battling a relentless storm within my own mind. 
          with moments of temporary relief, achieved through the rituals or obsessive thoughts, only serve as brief respites before the overwhelming anxiety resurfaces with heightened force.
          This all-encompassing obsession has transformed my relationships into delicate tightropes, strained by the extreme nature of my preoccupation. Daily life feels like a chaotic battleground where the pursuit of balance is elusive. The sheer intensity of this experience has pushed me to the limits, making it challenging to discern where the obsession ends and I begin.
          

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