**girl-slash & shipping involving said girl-slash. crackship/rarepair love. **
.among other things.
Please employ the green theme whilst viewing this blog as I made it just for you all. It’s super attractive, I promise.
[a week without is looking to be hard 4 days in but] a month eh?
is it really bad form to kiss a girl with a boyfriend? and that boy is also your friend? but youre beginning not to care all that much?
who am i kidding, shed probably [fairly rightly] slap the spectacles off of my face.
im in a world of issue, arent i? but yo, itd be mad bold right?
that time went quick—-good thing i dont have work
and i want that freaking girl to be here right now and not over out in wherever cause i got used to having her around and now i dont and im spoiled.
i need a freaking hug
ooo im really impressed with this arch. zoey was an obnoxious character but she really got a lot of growth and depth. and becky. oh becky. you know what you have to do. also, clare needs to shut the fuck up and stop being such a little fucking brat. if imogen is becky’s bffl and prissy, annoying clare is going to be a bitch when becky needs someone, clare is a fucking asshole. just goes to show you that moral absolutism to the point of completely losing empathy is a really shitty thing to have
in other news, PLL is looking pretty neat these days. if anything, that show is constantly something new in the most interesting of ways. im glad that paige has an involvement in the story that is far beyond emily now and im still really kind of glad that emily and alison are sort of feeling things out. i love the different part of alis character that comes out with em lately.
Oh no, no, no. Thoughts such as these will never do. Aside from the glaring, obvious, blatant problem with even thinking something could possibly happen, if the thoughts in my head ever came forward, I’m pretty sure she’d walk away from me, never to look back. I feel so grody and yet I can’t help but wander my head that way when the thoughts come, as if I have any control on these thoughts. And she’s only adding to my confusion; I wish I knew if it were on purpose or if she is truly innocent.
My pillow smells like her hair.