“I want to know about you. I think that’s only fair.” His eyes are alight with curiosity. Where’s he going with this? He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. His mouth is very … distracting. I swallow. “There’s not much to know.”

Have you ever read any Twilight Fanfiction ?

-There’s really not much to know about me, look at me.

-I am.

I don’t do romance.

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

beyonces speaking voice is deep and powerful too like i feel like if she were to call me a mothafucka it would resonate down my entire ancestral line and make my first ever primitive ancestor collaspe and erase my entire family tree

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luketriton:

why is sick as a dog a saying
why are dogs so sick

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look at this sick dog

And all I loved, I loved alone. —Edgar Allan Poe, “Alone” (via everdeenes)
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