MAKE ME CHOOSE
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MAKE ME CHOOSE
Anonymous asked: Catherine Middleton or Meghan Markle?
coping mechanism: rote rote mummy ke kambal mein ghus jana and going like "mummy sar pe haath sehla do, acha nahi lag raha bilkul bhi" 🥹🤍
Day 54 without racing
“You mean the safety car?”😂😳
Do you know how many hours of interviews I’ve watched? And then I finally find my Holy Grail, an interview where he has a handkerchief clutched in one hand. There is only one reason someone would have a clearly-used handkerchief at the ready, am I right? But it was a recorded interview with plenty of edits. And I know what those edits were for.
SHOW ME WHAT I’M HERE FOR.
COWARDS.
I'd look for the person who answers my name when asked "what is love?", without any doubt, without any hesitation.
P.G.G
HOW THE FUCK DOES MY SELF INSERT HOBBIT FIC ON WATTPAD THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS LIKE 13 STILL GET COMMENTS CAN YOU ALL PLEASE READ MY FICS ON AO3 INSTEAD
@heroicintention continued from here
“I understand,” Regulus assured his cousin. “I won’t say.” Leaning down, he picked up one of the velvety purple petals, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger. “Pretty... who are they for?” he asked, dark eyes looking up at his Narcissa. He doubted the flowers were for her soon to be husband.
Standing back up, he released the petal, watching it fall to the floor. Regulus thought to what he knew of Hanahaki disease; not much. It caused flowers to bloom in ones lungs, and could prove fatal. “I’ll be right back.” walking down the hall, he grabbed a glass of water, returning to his cousin, and passing the glass into her hands.
He had been lucky, he had never had to worry about it. Had never had anybody for the flowers to grow for. Narcissa didn’t seem to be that lucky. “How do you plan to hide this? It’s just going to get worse.”
hhhhhhh im trying to fit a ten hour lab report into four hours bc my parents are coming up to see the show tonight but im listening to the guys and dolls soundtrack while working and theres one song that literally has the best fucking violin line ever like. im not sure i can convey how much hearing it makes me feel like holy shit fuck i love this so much and it is............very distracting