Norrstrandskolan/björn prime
vem bestämmde sig att sätta sitt feta arsle på mitt glasspinees bro projekt
Elias
det är okej att gifta sig med barn så längre det bara är ett av dem
Alvedon eller joel
vem tycker alvedon vi ska döda
trans,bög muslim icke kristna invandrare jag du han där alla som inte vill bli rövkörd av chatgpt och judar
vad hette den mongolianska tjäsaren som dödade många personer
ach tu ??
tva/le triangel le triangel
är norrstrandsskolans vegetariska val ätbara
nej
For a moment, neither of them moved. The space between them felt charged, like the moment before lightning strikes. Björn could hear the faint sound of Alvar’s breathing, could see the way the wind caught in his hair, could feel the warmth of him even without touching. “You came anyway,” Björn said. Alvar’s lips curved faintly. “I always do.” The honesty of it landed deep in Björn’s chest. Alvar stepped closer again, close enough now that Björn could see every detail of his face—the calm confidence, the quiet intensity, the way his eyes flicked briefly to Björn’s mouth before returning to his eyes. It was a small thing. But Björn noticed. He always noticed. “You moved my chair today,” Björn said, his voice quieter now.
Alvar huffed a soft laugh. “You noticed that too?” “I notice everything you do.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Neither of them spoke. The air between them grew heavier, warmer, despite the cold. Alvar’s hand lifted slowly, hesitating just before touching Björn’s sleeve, as if giving him time to pull away. Björn didn’t. Alvar’s fingers rested lightly on his arm, and the contact sent a quiet shock through him—gentle, but undeniable. “You never pull away,” Alvar murmured. Björn’s voice was barely more than a breath. “I don’t want to.” That was all it took. Alvar stepped closer until there was no space left between them, until Björn could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest. The world seemed to narrow, the lake, the trees, the wind fading into nothing. There was only this. Only him. Alvar’s hand slid from Björn’s arm to his hand, their fingers brushing, then intertwining naturally, like they had always belonged that way. Björn’s heart pounded harder now, but he didn’t look away. He couldn’t. Alvar leaned in slowly, giving him every chance to stop it. Björn didn’t stop him. Their foreheads touched first, and Björn felt Alvar’s breath against his skin, warm and unsteady now. “You were never as quiet as you pretend,” Alvar whispered. Björn smiled faintly. “Only around everyone else.” Alvar’s thumb brushed gently across Björn’s hand, and the touch said everything neither of them had ever dared to say out loud. The lake rippled behind them. The trees listened. And for once, Björn didn’t disappear.
Olivia
vad heter mitt blåhaj gossedjur
Bertil
i vilket land var min pappa för någon vecka sen
ukraina
Jag ger daj kuk uppifrån
+100
björn pork/bön pork
okayy cannabis boy
mr martin
jag ger daj kuk i röven
-100 poäng
Vart föddes budha enligt buddhism
Vem var det som la "motion"
Mr oregren/tummetot
Vad heter haircuten björn brukade ha
Sida
Säg till björn att runka av han åt mig
Abdi svensson/guacemole
vad är formulat för att räkna ut hur många spolar eller hur hög spänning man behöver för att uppnå viss resultat?
spänning primär/spänning sekundär=spole primär spole sekundär
hur många amerikanska states finns det
typ 50 tror jag idk 51 funkar också ingen anning
när var william inte född
alla dagar förrutom 17de januari 2011
VArt bor jag? (kräver exakt addres)
fagerstagatan 5/ under en bro
omg zyoink gl on ya new pawdest uwu :3
jessegamingGD
med vem gjorde björm milkshake mondays?
Vilgot
vilket afrikanskt land blev övertaget och har haft inbördes krig
alla
Vem är Daniel munkerho?
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