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Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

true crime is becoming to girls what ww2 is to boys

Not what I expected coming from John Green

Kiss the Dread

Clint flits between anger and sadness. He lays down, his back towards her, trusting she’s likely not going to kill him.

It’s cold in the vents, the occasional blast of warm air floating through making the air dry.

They need sleep.

Rest.

Something.

Fatigue makes for bad decisions.

He wants to check that she’s sleeping too; but his anger keeps him stationary.

He falls into an uneasy sleep, eyes closed, breathing like a sniper.

It’s easy when you know how to put yourself into a trance.

He hears rustling of a wrapper and is glad that she’s at least eating something.

They’ve been on the go for around 24 hours and he doesn’t think either of them got much sleep the night before.

Clint drifts into an uneasy sleep, dreams are unkind and he sees girls with braids, blood and bombs. He opens his eyes and breathes shallowly.

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Blatant erasure of overhead projectors.

Your ex-husband was just a phase but you don’t see us banning straight marriage SHARON!

“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.