[SCREAMS] THE WINTER SOLIDER
[PUNCHES YOUR WINDOW IN] THE WINTER SOLIDER
[JUMPS OUT OF A PLANE] THE WINTER SOLDIER
[RIPS OFF SHIRT] THE WINTER SOLDIER
[whispers] the winter soldier
[RIPS OFF YOUR STEERING WHEEL] THE WINTER SOLDIER
not knowing how to spell a word but playing it off and mispelling it really bad so it looks intentional like “hey when are you meeting us at the restetrauretant”
I want to date someone who is genuinely my best friend. Someone who I can stay up late talking to, and have meaningful conversations with. Someone who treats everybody friendly. Someone who’s there for me when I need them to be, and vice-versa. Someone I can love.
are you nasty?
panic! at the disco - richmond, va - april 19, 2014
Cosima is enthusiastic, optimistic, and easily excitable, especially about people and ideas that are important to her. She lives in a world of ideas and “what-ifs,” and is very keen on exploring all of the possibilities. Although she’s not as detail-oriented as the two other members of the clone club, Cosima notices things about people that others may overlook. Using her emotions (and her strong sense of always being right) to reason, however, she sometimes makes serious errors in judgments about people, and when having misjudged a situation she makes hasty decisions that she later regrets. “Kind of always late” and somewhat disorganized, she’s more interested in experiencing new things than cleaning up after herself. She takes things as they come and then processes them later. And her attitude toward affection for others is the same as her attitude toward evolutionary development: “Show, don’t tell.” For Cosima, rules are fine as long as they fall in with her moral system and she still maintains her sense of independence.
For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival. I was convinced that the woods were calling me. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don’t live in the woods by myself by the time I’m 25, I have failed.
[…] I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I’m a lunatic. I sing, I dance. I do crazy shit.
AU The Fault In Our Stars where Hazel Grace succumbs to the cancer and dies and in the last scene all you see is Augustus standing out side with a cigarette between his lips and a hand slowly reaching up to light it.
HOW IS THIS ANY BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL ENDING!!!!
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came she back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do."