#expect?

[maniacace]

So now I’m going to start watching S2 of Camp Cretaceous. I’ll probably cry so if you want to see how I’m doing keep watching

[serenesirene]

okay. so that's... a way to start the day.

[luna-spacedoodles]

QUACKITY-

[fuck-her-right-in-the-shrek-blog]

Starting episode 1 of Supernatural. What should I expect for the whole show?

[shippingisfun]

Louis really does hate this whole ordeal, doesn't he?

[emma-paints-blog]

Get Lost in the City with You || {Zemma}

The small light-brunette sat at the edge of her bed, playing absent-mindedly with her hair. It seemed like ages ago she had chopped all of it off as some sort of rebellious act against the world. It had grown out since and now went past her shoulders. It was funny how things could grow and you’d almost forget how it felt when things were the way they were before everything changed. Emma really liked Zayn. She had liked the boy as a friend the moment she had meant him, and ever since that one day in the dance studio, it had become a sort of a small crush. And, well, since then she had spent so much time with the olive-skinned boy that she felt it was even more than just a small crush-it was huge and took up a lot of her thinking time. Really, it was so damn easy with Zayn. She felt relaxed and laughed easy with the dancer, and she considered him to be one of her closest friends. Of course, she was too afraid to admit to him that she’d ever want to be anything more than that. Emma wasn’t used to guys as sweet as Zayn. She got asked out by rich snobs who fancied her as just a pretty face that his parents would approve. With Zayn, it was different. But the girl couldn’t ever dare to make a move because some things in life were so simple: Zayn liked someone else. It was obvious, though the boy wouldn’t tell her who the lucky girl she needed to be jealous of was, and Emma still gave him advice because, well, that’s what friends did, right? Still, Emma couldn’t stop feeling what she was feeling, but she did her best to push the emotions aside and to focus on getting over Zayn because that was the smart thing to do. No matter how hard it was.

So, Emma sighed, getting up and getting changed. She settled for some simple paint-splattered jean shorts that weren’t absurdly short and reached just above her knee. She then changed into one of the few tank tops she owned. It was a peachy color and Emma had no idea how she hadn’t managed to ruin it yet, so she did her best not to. Rather, she never wore it when she was painting, so she rarely wore it at all. She walked over and slipped on some beat up looking keds before deciding to let her hair just stay down. She always had it up, and Emma wanted a slight change at the very least. She checked herself over in the mirror just to make sure she didn’t look too awful before grabbing her small wallet, cell, and a jean jacket, heading out. She made it to the place she and Zayn had agreed on, slipping on her jacket and stuffing her other items into its pockets, looking around for the boy that made her heart flutter.

[nicotineaddicted-blog]

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