Good luck to everyone with exams, especially the ones who are reading this now instead of revising
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.
If you ever feel bad just remeber there is a gif of me floating around tumblr of when I was 8 and I sat on the escalator and knocked down a table of jewelry at macys
i donate blood in the hopes that my blood will overpower theirs and take control of their body so i will gain another vessel to use as my own
why am I reblogging this?
it appears my blood has been successful