”This is shit” I say as I click ‘next chapter’ just to make sure it’s still shit.
I read the whole thing.
It was shit.
summer bloggin
happened to fast
summer bloggin
had me a blast
I met a friend crazy for me
Met a blog, cute as can be
tumblr days, drifted away
but oohh-oh those tumblr nights
TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE,
LIKE DID YOU GET AN ASK!?
tell me more tell me more
did you reblog that ass
it pisses me off when I plan a conversation in my head and the other person doesn’t follow the damn script
“It’s a strange coincidence. The fact that Gatsby’s house is just across the bay.”
DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW NED IS SURVIVING HIGH SCHOOL I HAVENT HEARD A WORD FROM HIM SINCE THE END OF 8TH GRADE IM STARTING TO WORRY
I think ned’s doing fine
I’d say he’s doing fantastic.
So I’m re-reading Philosopher’s Stone and I finally notice something. The night Harry first finds the Mirror of Erised is Christmas night. Rowling wrote it so Harry gets to spend Christmas with his family.
My heart just broke