TCOPTP
I finished reading tcoptp a while ago and I'm still in shock, it was the best book I've ever read in my whole life. I SIMPLY LOVE LU AND TOMNY. (Sirius Black, I am you.)

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TCOPTP
I finished reading tcoptp a while ago and I'm still in shock, it was the best book I've ever read in my whole life. I SIMPLY LOVE LU AND TOMNY. (Sirius Black, I am you.)
EVAAAAAAAAAAAN
Crivers again
im such a whore for people with glasses
i fucking hate the new pinterest update
like why is it so ugly
oh tcoptp wolfstar, i miss you every day
i think it isn’t normal to be so physically affected by a fic i need help
I WANT AN ROCKSTAR GIRLFRIEND RN
el sentimiento de energía incesante dentro de mi pecho volvio. quiere salir y algo no lo deja. quiero llorar pero algo no me deja. algo de repente desata una sensación de angustia tal que estoy aprendiendo que el cosquilleo de mis manos, ese que se guarda debajo de mi pulgar, son lagrimas perdidas en mi sistema, guardándose hasta que creen que pueden salir y ahora esa agitación se siente en mi pecho. Cuanto tiempo falta para que salga de ahi y se sienta lo suficientemente cómodo como para asomarse al mundo a través de mis pestañas?
tiene sentido or im just babbling shit atp
estoy muy enojada conmigo misma y ya no se que haceralvyasoloquieroGRITARRRRRNAJSKSSKAIAIAKAJQLQQPWPDODLAAMDNDMXNXJSOSLSJDOELWJWISSLAKALALQMQLQMWKEWLWMEODLDKDOSLSKSOEMWKWLWKWJWLWMWNDKDLFNFKDLSOAPQLQKWLEKELEIELEJDLDJDMDNFNFNFJCMXNDNDKSKAMQJQKWNWIWLWKSOSKSKWKWLWJWKEKWKSLSLSKSLSLSMKAALQKQLQLQLQLAKAKALALSOSOSMDKDLDNDODMDILSJDKDNXXJJXKXJXJDKDNDJDJDKEKSKDKDKDJDIELEJEOEK IM SO SO SICK OF NOT HAVING ENOUGH OF MYSELF TO BE A POET IM JUST SO DISAPPOINTED WITH MY FUCKING BRAIN
QUITENME ESTA SENSACIÓN DE LAS MANOS JURO QUE ME LAS VOY A ARRANCAR
I truly am in grief over the ending. Like it'll just randomly hit me and suddenly I'm sick all over again but the worst part is that it does get better each time.
no drug will ever equate to the high of seeing the miwi flashback and will gaining powers back to back for the first time
evan in crimson rivers i can’t :(
i think i’ve never been as heartbroken and specially STRESSED with a fic as i am with crimson rivers
mind you, im currently in the aftermath of the first arena
im fucking scared
the cadence of part time poets might be the best queer piece of literature of the decade if anyone wants to have that discussion
princess lesbyler, running in the gardens to avoid suitors at a ball/gala. they make out (obviously) and get caught (by who? your choice).
everytime they get betrothed the other kills the man.
enablers are to addicts what fanfic writers are to lonely people
la misandria en mi crece con cada dia que pasa