Because it was, you know, it was the best.
Everyone who reblogs this before July 20th will get an edit based on their URL! (u don’t have to be following me)
This is so amazing. *.*
I will always be grateful for how this was depicted in the film.
WIP of a thing
aka Mod can’t keep things secret while she’s making them
Princess gets hit on by a bazillion losers except the one guy she digs but everyone tries to kill him anyway
He talked about the decline of America, the use of student debt and internships to keep the youth enslaved, and the growing number of kids abandoning the United States to vagabond and hitchhike. “Why would anyone invest in that system? Especially someone young?” He asked. “I may sound like a radical, but don’t you think legal slavery is radical? And isn’t the fact that they’ve managed to convince you that slavery is opportunity even more radical?”
It’s three o’clock on a Monday morning. If I filmed the last fifteen minutes of the view from my window, it would look the same if I had taken a picture instead. There’s no breeze on this side of sleeping Mississauga, no slight rustle in the trees planned and planted along suburban Dovetail…
'Did you miss me?' she asked.
'I always miss you,' he said. 'Even in the briefest of moments.
I miss you in the pause between breaths.’