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I hate maths, it’s pointless !
me filling out a job application
previous employment: pop glam, glamm magazine, metropolitan magazine
references: kim kardashian
the maze runner + faceless
Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?
the maze runner + faceless
Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?
We all have secrets, the ones we keep and the ones that are kept from us.
It matters not what someone is b o r n, but what they grow to be.
Just close your eyes You’ll be alright Come morning light, You and I’ll be safe and sound
I think that the way woman and men relate to each other is changing and I like it. Also, I think that women should lead the world. Men are idiots, including me. Women can understand what’s going on better and that’s why they are more sensitive than men. At least in my personal experience. Men are always focused on the competition, as an obsession. But I think that we could learn a lot from women [especially if we] managed problems from a feminine point of view.
So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!
"so she’s gay now?"
yeah she turned it all the paperwork last week and her acceptance letter came this morning, it was all pretty sudden
you s e r i o u s l y need to find something better than a baseball bat.