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Or you could be like me, the cinema worker that comes in and cleans afterwards, sweeping to the beat of the music…
(Source: earthtohannahhx, via lonelyeyesonly)
You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart.
• |Personal|
• |Me|
• |Mightier than the Sword|
• |FictionPress|
• Ask.
• Submit. If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.
• |Personal|
• |Me|
• |Mightier than the Sword|
• |FictionPress|
• Ask.
• Submit. If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.
When your walking down the steps at the cinema and a really good song is playing in the credits and you feel all bad ass like this
Dear College,
You are driving me nuts. I would very much like to drop out and leave you behind forever. However, if I do that then I shall never be a high school counselor and I will end up working at my movie theater for the rest of my life and it will be incredibly and increasingly depressing. So because of that, I shall continue with my expensive education and cope by reading gratuitous amounts of Dramione fanfiction, tweeting Tom Felton, sleeping, and accidentally dropping online classes that I’m in the middle of taking.
I fucking hate you, college.
Best intentions,
Kristina
I just realized: a whole lot of people have seen my boobs. When I say ‘a whole lot’ I mean under 40, but over 30. I’m not even exaggerating. However, I will say that the vast majority of those people didn’t see them in a sexual light, it was just because I was like, “HEYGUISE, I HAVE MY NIPS PIERCED! LOOOOOK!” *raises shirt and bra* So, you know, it’s whatever. I’m just highly amused and slightly… in awe of it. That’s a lot of people who have seen my lovely lady lumps.
You guys, I love working at a movie theater. It’s the best job ever.
If someone were to create something like Kindle especially for reading fanfiction, I’d be one happy camper.
I still don’t regret it and I have no desire to fix it. I would apologize but it would be an empty statement.
In other words, happy birthday.
I think I would actually enjoy my life if it were a book that I could sit down and read.
“I’ve killed myself with changes trying to make it better, but I still ended up becoming something other than what I planned to be.”
— A Perfect Sonnet - Bright Eyes
When I finally stopped crying and moved from a bench on the Eiffel Tower, I took this lovely photo.
The only reason it’s lovely is because it’s Paris.
