greetings earthling, you've ventured into the mind of an awkward teen fangirl aka mrs. sam hutcher-felton. WARNING: obsessive ranting over fictional characters.
Skyfall is where we start
A thousand miles and poles apart
Where worlds collide and days are dark.
boy tummies (◡‿◡✿)
boy butts (◕‿◕✿)
boy legs ◕ ◡ ◕
boy lips (ノ゜ω゜)ノ
boy hair (▰˘◡˘▰)
boy chests ∩(︶▽︶)∩
boy arms (◠‿◠✿)
boy everything (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Imagine your icon asking you to slow dance with them and then pulling you close as you both start to dance, whispering in your ear that they love you.
“Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. “I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?”
"It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart."
“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
