Hi guys, the name's Ryan. I love Harry Potter, Disney, and The Hunger Games. Sleeping With Sirens, and Panic! At The Disco are my two favourite bands. I really like being around my close friends, but I don't socialize well with many others. You can feel free to talk to me whenever you'd like, I'll help you out with most problems you have, my followers matter to me a lot. I hope you like my blog.
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FdAs.snj.fksr,fbuk,rev Fhlfhku,zrsfhuk,zshfuk,drxhuklThe pads of Chrome’s fingers brushed against Explorer’s making him/her shudder with anticipation.
It had been so long since anyone had touched him/her so intimately. Explorer had been alone for far too long—he/she could barely remember the days before Mozilla and Safari. The days before his/her exile.
But there was something about Chrome, whose gentle touch refreshed Explorer’s very being.
“I am going to fuck the Bing out of you,” whispered Chrome, as he/she inserted the Google add on.
OMG I CAN’T
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Probably not the absolute weirdest, but this keeps coming to mind and it was definitely the scariest.
A few summers ago, I was with two of my best friends and we were outside in my backyard at night because we heard there was a meteor shower or an eclipse or Jesus was…
An entire chapter of Harry Potter written under the stairs.
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