petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.
Transparent Croatoan sign for your blog.
If you see this on your dashboard, you now have the virus and must reblog or else you will succumb.
“As soon as I go into Starbucks, I take off my sunglasses. I want to be recognised and I want free coffee.”
THE SLASH BRINGING
FLASH STRINGING RINGING
THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER
i’m re-blogging this…
Me: Mom I don’t think I am getting any better, I still feel sick…
This is how we cope.
I’m gonna pretend this is what really happened
hey it’s the 1st of august.
we must write croatoan on our arms
where the fuck did all my shoelaces go
you’re all fucking idiots
tumblr: where we can have the president of the united states, a gif of supernatural, and the staff swearing and bitching at us all in the same post.
and it all makes perfect sense