I'm shaking. I'm fucking shaking. I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Nolan Grayson. That perfect, shredded body. The perfectly trimmed mustache. The planet conquering skills of a literal god. It honestly fucking hurts knowing that I'll never mate with him, have him pass his genes through me, and have me birth a set of perfect offspring. I'd do fucking ANYTHING for the chance for Nolan Grayson to get me pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to fucking bear. Why would Robert Kirkman create something so perfect? To fucking tantalize us? Fucking laugh in our faces?! Honestly, I just fucking can't anymore. Fuck.

is the last year of being a kid ๐๐ฆ๐ง! Because NEXT ๐YEAR! We gon be T33N4G3RS๐๐
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!! PARTYING ๐๐ DRINKING ๐ป๐ธ๐น๐ท MAKING OUT AND SEX ๐
๐ฆ๐ณ PERIODS ๐ฉ๐ซ HEARTBREAKS ๐๐ช MIDDLE SCHOOL SOPHOMORES (7TH GRADE)