alt-lincoln:

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alt-lincoln:

leroidumonde:

avoiding evania’s blog solely because she is on an ender’s game high

and i refuse to be dragged back into it

because i will start to cry with how much i love ender

i know i will

i know it

NO YOU WILL FALL INTO MY PIT BECAUSE I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THIS BOOK OKAY

YOU KNOW HOW I GET WHEN I GET EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN BOOKS

I WON’T STOP TALKING UNTIL I’VE HAD MY FILL

YOU’RE NEXT

no

no

NO!

avoiding evania’s blog solely because she is on an ender’s game high

and i refuse to be dragged back into it

because i will start to cry with how much i love ender

i know i will

i know it

alt-lincoln:

jbfindlay:

desertblessingoceancurse:

when your friend comes over but all you do is sit next to each other and use the internet

true friendship

gpoy when brittany and i lived together

gpoy elaine and i right now

ryangoslinger:

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I apologize for bringing you down, Evania…but I can’t be sorry for the truth. :C

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alt-lincoln:

leroidumonde:

alt-lincoln:

leroidumonde replied to your photo: can you believe this CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE…

Evania, I will now take this moment to never forgive your decision to major in psychology. NEVER. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

Fifty years from now, we’ll be sitting in rocking chairs, reminiscing about the past, and you’ll say, “Remember that time you decided to major in psychology so you missed seeing Johnny Depp live and in person?” And I’ll punch you in the face, because I know the answer is “yes.”

Uh huh. 

And then fifty years after that, we’ll be laying in our death beds, reminiscing about the past, and you’ll say, “Remember that time I punched you in the face for reminding me of how I decided to major in psychology so I missed seeing Johnny Depp live and in person?” And then I’ll flail at you in an attempt to punch you in the face, because I know the answer is “yes.”

Uh huh.

My first thought: Damn, we live past a hundred? GO US.

But anyway. 

And fifty years after that, we’ll be chilling in whatever cosmic afterlife occurs after death (if one exists, of course), and I’ll say, “Remember that time you flailed at me in an attempt to punch me in the face after I punched you in the face after you reminded me that I decided to major in psychology so I missed seeing Johnny Depp live and in person?” And then I’ll start a dance party, then break down in cosmic tears because I knew the answer is yes.

Uh huh.

And then fifty years after that, you’ll be wondering where the fuck I went, and realize that I’ve abandoned your reminiscing to go chill with Johnny Depp.

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alt-lincoln:

leroidumonde replied to your photo: can you believe this CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE…

Evania, I will now take this moment to never forgive your decision to major in psychology. NEVER. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

Fifty years from now, we’ll be sitting in rocking chairs, reminiscing about the past, and you’ll say, “Remember that time you decided to major in psychology so you missed seeing Johnny Depp live and in person?” And I’ll punch you in the face, because I know the answer is “yes.”

Uh huh. 

And then fifty years after that, we’ll be laying in our death beds, reminiscing about the past, and you’ll say, “Remember that time I punched you in the face for reminding me of how I decided to major in psychology so I missed seeing Johnny Depp live and in person?” And then I’ll flail at you in an attempt to punch you in the face, because I know the answer is “yes.”

Uh huh.

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Home

kingdorian:

Home.

She’s never known a home. Neither has he, but he wouldn’t admit it. 

“I guess you’re my home,” she had once said casually, conversationally. 

He’d merely grunted. “Home’s too elusive a concept for me to grasp,” he muttered in his usual, esoteric way. “I don’t think I need a home.”

“You do.” She looked away, disappointment tracing the tiny lines on her face, the only things betraying her youth.

They never talked about it again, but over the years, as they grew closer, closer, they both realized that she was right.

She was his home. He was hers.  

EVANIA. I think this is my favorite of all your works. :’)

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