SUCCESS ::: Listen
- I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers
- Remember the Name - Fort Minor
- Work Work - Britney Spears
- Holding On To You - Twenty One Pilots
- Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes/The Glitch Mob
- We Will Rock You - Queen
- Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde
- Best Day of My Life - American Authors
- Hall Of Fame- The Script/Will.I.Am
- Motivational Sounds - Why Do We Fall
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.
And then everything started moving again. She breathed breathes like they were her last. But no, these would be her first.
How would she strike? Not her gun or knife; she needed something quick and inconspicious. Poisons. Her ring would do. Slow acting. Small dose. Rhododendrens. It was 5:14pm, the poison would start around 10 or 11, and no one would be around. (She lamented the fact that she wouldn’t see him die. It would be slow. He wouldn’t even notice until it was too late. Until his throat clogged. Until his body shook. Until his heart stopped and-)
She smiled contently as she absently played with the ring she was wearing. (Carefully switching the cynacide with the rhododendren capsule.) Glancing around at the park in the hot summer, she rested her head on the palm of her hand. (Reaching back to click the button on her earring.) Her phone rang, and she fumbled in her giant purse to find it, gasping lightly at the text on the screen.
Tossing the nearly empty cup of Iced Chocolate Chai Tea Latte, with extra whipped cream, into the trash as she jumped from her seat, she pretended to reply to the text distractedly as she hurried down the park sidewalk. Right into him. Her phone fell to the grass, and she brought up a hand to cushion the impact, but only succeeded in slapping the boy’s arm. (His sleeves were rolled up in the sticky heat. How stupid.)
"Ohhh my gosh, I’m sooo sorry!" she exclaimed, backing up, grasping tightly at her hands (and closing the cap on the needle).
He laughed and said, “It’s fine,” and picked up her phone, handing it to her. She smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks." As she ran off, her lips curved, and she pressed her big thick glasses up. Baggy shirt, short shorts with a high waist, clunky boots, and plain brown and blonde hair in a messy bun. She was just another clumsy summer hipster.
She disappeared into the city crowds, just a drop in the sea.
Am i the only one who felt bad when Ed,Edd and Eddy plans didn’t work out
all they wanted was candy b..
kevin was a dickhead that nigga had a garage full of them
Kev was a hoe
Who is bootyhoekage
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THERE IS GOD OH!!
I NEED IT
a story of two pups
Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.
i tried to leave a note re: some cardboard things at work, but then i reread it and was like “wow. chillax, jenny holzer.”
im making friends with the netflix customer service guy
how sweet of you
I’M TALKING TO A DIFFERENT ONE AND TROY ASKED ABOTU ME
I FOUND TROY AGAIN A DAY LATER AND HE’S GONNA HIRE ME AS HIS PERSONAL PUBLICIST
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i did not spend 10 minutes on this for one note