Cordelia Arkan

Words are often a deep burden that I cannot fathom a home for. Maybe they were never meant to stay with me to begin with. Here, these words are for you.

[idontregretitonebit]

[cory-arkan]

@finding-ingrid

[hwu-thnksfrthmmrs-blog]

Cory trying to stay warm during a study break. Taken by Ashton. Winter ‘15

[troianforlife]

[hwu-thnksfrthmmrs-blog]

Cory, Fiona and Ingrid having a splash fight on one of the cruise stops. Taken by Adam, who was slowly backing away. Summer ‘15

[pllrose]

[prettyliargif]

[cory-arkan]

@finding-ingrid

[troianforever-blog]

[gleeful-phoenix-blog]

[spobyklarolineaddicted]

[theliarsdaily]

[belilsario]

[cory-arkan]

Fiona trying to get slapped at her finest @fionalaurent

[garedcampbell]

“Nope. Definitely a blowmotion.”

[cory-arkan]

“Fine. While we’re both here, I need to talk to you about something.”

[finding-ingrid-blog]

“I don’t think that’s what people will focus on.”

[cory-arkan]

“I think you need to ask your Grandmother for a gift reciept and pick out something new for yourself.”

[ramsay-onthepitch-blog]

“That can be debated,” Cormac teased. “You can continue to call me Cormac, if you wish, Professor Ramsay seems much too formal.”

[cory-arkan]

“I mean, you have to know me before you can debate that, right?” Cory laughed. “Cormac. I don’t take Quidditch classes anyway, so let’s ditch the Professor title.”

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[prettylittleliarsheaven]

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