#damn tegan #i love you so much #which concerns me a little #given that it's *you*
*tegan lark voice* what the fuck’s that supposed to mean.
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#damn tegan #i love you so much #which concerns me a little #given that it's *you*
*tegan lark voice* what the fuck’s that supposed to mean.
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send a ✿ to my inbox and my muse will fill this out about yours!
a thought about them that they’d never share: (sloan) i’m cool with being friends, but i’d still fuck you if you suggested it. (ivan) god, you’re an idiot. can’t you see i’m using you?
first impression of them: (sloan) cute, naive, sheltered. (ivan) fucking smartass.
favorite thing about them: (sloan) his apparent innocence. (ivan) his looks.
least favorite thing about them: (sloan) too sensitive. (ivan) sarcastic enough to put her to shame.
hopes for their future relationship: (sloan) friends. she wants to corrupt him just a little though. (ivan) she wants to leech as much from of him as possible.
"I'm not saying you're an idiot, I'm just saying a smarter person would've seen that coming."
❝ I – what. ❞
mondays were bad even in the normal scheme of things, but opening your door to have a knife in your face doesn’t warrant the norm now does it. wherever isaac stepped, lady karma followed with a wicked smile.
❝ why are you here, Stiles?❞
#you are my sunshine#my only sunshine#you make me happy#when skies are grey#you'll never know dear#how much i love you#please don't take my sunshine away ( via nogitsunesque )
[ ;; ] elle what did i do i m i love you so much fdgjdklfjglfjkg
"Fact: most serial killers are born in the month of November."
“wow. did you not think i knew that.”
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Send me a ▲ for my muse to wake up to yours climbing through their bedroom window.
❝ What the hell? ❞ Fingers run through long, tangled tresses of strawberry blonde hair, posture immediately going from slumped to straight. Half lidded eyes rubbed, she hops off the bed to investigate further for the source of the noise.