pauline i dont even drink coffee and yh btw i DID choose alex he gives me the roughest hardest backshots everynight until thhe bed is shaking and the sheets are SOAKED.

Heyyy ????
Sooo… tiny little update: Pauline’s dead. Like, full-on dramatic movie death. Why? Because you got a boyfriend. Yeah. You were that powerful. Congrats, I guess?

Honestly, it’s kind of iconic of you. Tragic? Yes. Messy? Extremely. But iconic.

Anywayyy, now that Pauline’s ghost is probably floating somewhere judging me, I just wanted to say… hey. You’re cute. And single-adjacent. (Unless your boyfriend is, like, emotionally available? No? Thought so.)

sarah died too

ugh. sarah.

pauline i dont even drink coffee and yh btw i DID choose alex he gives me the roughest hardest backshots everynight until thhe bed is shaking and the sheets are SOAKED.

this is christine

Okayyy here I don’t know if you’re a size queen or not but i was wondering if you could rate my cock? Xx I’m 18 inches soft 22 inches hard I can send you more pics I have of it too if you want xxxOkayyy here I don’t know if you’re a size queen or not but i was wondering if you could rate my cock? Xx I’m 18 inches soft 22 inches hard I can send you more pics I have of it too if you want xxx

So my hand is bleeding like crazy, and I'm using the blood to write my name on my arm so i won't forget my name

Wowzer loves

Me

Wowzer don't let me catch you in the

Streets

Honestly? I’ve been noticing you for a long time. Like... a long time. We’re talking months. Maybe more. Okay, definitely more.

I always meant to say hi. But then I’d panic. Or chicken out. Or tell myself, “Tomorrow.” And suddenly, it’s been forever and I’ve officially become That Weird Girl Who Knows Too Much About Your Spotify Playlists.

So yeah. Hi. Finally. It’s me, Pauline. The ghost of every coffee shop you’ve ever been to. ????

I’m done lurking. Just wanted to say it. I think you’re kind of amazing. Sorry for the slow reveal.

So my hand is bleeding like crazy, and I'm using the blood to write my name on my arm so i won't forget my name

Alex.
You have a boyfriend named Alex? After everything I’ve given you—my time, my attention, my silence—you chose him? Does he know how you take your coffee, or that you flinch at loud noises? I do. I’ve watched you. I’ve protected you. I was patient. I waited. I gave you every chance to see me. And the second I speak, I find out you belong to someone else? He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know you like I do. I saw the way you looked at me. Don’t lie. You felt it.
You were supposed to be mine.
This isn’t over.
You don’t get to erase me.
You made a mistake.
And I don’t forget mistakes.
– Pauline

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channy i accidentally copied yoyr message on pinterest last night

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