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Not that there's anything wrong with having something wrong with you
she doesnt on my nothing til i dont
#MYNOTHING
reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them
this too shall pass
I beg my kidnappers for a phone, swearing not to make any calls or texts, and they stare over my shoulder, holding a gun to my head as I use my newly-freed hand to post, "So do like, dudes just buy ropes and baklavas from the same store or what lmfao like a specialty Crime Store"
One of the kidnappers says "balaclavas" but it's muffled under the fabric. I ask them to repeat and they do, their voice raspy from disuse. "You wrote baklava, that's a pastry." The other kidnapper goes "stfu" and then after a pause goes "Why would you buy from a crime store"
when e.e. cummings said โiโll live my life if it kills meโ
what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?
sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.
fmk the acts of fucking marrying and killing?
kill marriage fuck killing marry fucking
๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ: ๐๐ข๐ด๐ฐ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ฐ
๐๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต: 13-15 ๐ฉ๐ฉ
๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด: ๐๐ฏ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ
๐๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ฏ: ๐๐ถ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ช๐ค๐ฐ
There is some Seven Seas shit going on in my For You.
I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
F. Scott Fitzgerald,ย The Great Gatsby
collecting posts of this type
nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
a treasure found antiquing today
i think it is important to recognize the ways in which your favorite thing sucks. i think it keeps u normal
Susan Sontag, from aย diary entryย featured inย Reborn: Journals & Notebooks, 1947 - 1963
Grandpa: well. uh. *brushes the feather off yakumo's chin* hm. Why... don't we go,. help Grandma now
based on a snippet of this anon's ask