Anonymous asked: I miss you :( >:(<
Who iiiiiis thiiiis? *hugsback*
Who iiiiiis thiiiis? *hugsback*
I am confused, sad, tired, lonely, jelly, happy, excited, dazed. I am a lot of things but okay. It’s too lame and boring for me.
Lol jk. I just really need something/someone meh
how wonderful is it that we laugh because our bodies cannot contain the joy
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Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.
Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to…
i have a hard time climbing out of the steps of the pool and liam goes and
show off
god damn it liam stahp
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I JUST WANT A BOY TO LIKE ME AND THINK I AM PRETTY AND WANT TO KISS ME AND OTHER THINGS AND GO TO CONCERTS WITH ME AND GO CAMPING AND WATCH THE STARS AND TALK ABOUT THE UNIVERSE AND UGH
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Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.
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I wish people could read my blog so I won’t need to talk to them personally.
I believe, he didn’t write me letters. He wrote me this note with my birthday gift. Get your facts straight
And nope, I haven’t and I have no plans to do so