I wanna make a mistake, why can’t I make a mistake.
"There's daggers in men's smiles."
Yes, I am literary going to give Donna Tart another goddamn chance to shatter my heart and soul and make me feel misserable but at least make me feel something BIG
The voices are telling me to go back to the land of sheep, cobblestone houses, beautiful gothic buildings and ginger beer. I do not understand why I am so fixed on England, I just am. I am currently thinking about running there, where-ever in that beautiful country, and leaving the future I have in my state. Maybe for a year but hopefully forever. I can’t think of anything I would like better than being there.
Speed sheep, come back please
A man died and left me his books
All I can think about is the summer break finnaly starting in 13 days (for school i go to at least)
Update: I am writing a fan fiction of Romeo and Juliet for my friend, because she has to submit it to her creative writing class and doesn’t have a time for it.
i love her i love her i love her
i love her i love her i love her
i love her i love her i love her
I think I made her up
Knees deep in Game of Thrones (once again) and this reminded me of King’s landing streets. Also I think it looks cool with the scaffolding.