Jaybe, Jaybe Not?

"Kill them with kindness" WRONG. drop the opera house chandelier on them.

well, someone needed to say, she ate and left no crumbs

I really don't understand how "without getting kudos or comments a fanfiction author is going to assume that people who clicked their fic didn't like it" became a controversial take.

I don't know why some people think an author should imagine, or guess that people who click their fic enjoyed it it when nobody is telling them that.

If you're re-reading a fic constantly, or leaving it up in your tab so that it re-loads every day for a hundred days the author is not going to know that unless you tell them. They'd love to hear it. It would make their day.

And if you don't tell them you liked their fic, there's no reason for them to assume you did.

I found the inspiration for the meme, here;

Orange man when he has to respect people pronouns

I want to love someone in the same way i love the moon

In the same way I want see the moon, I also want to see it with she,

When I love someone like that, I will call her "my moon"

She's not a star, but she shine like one.

She is like the moon in many ways

With her holes, made by the other, but she is strong

She have me under tha same spell the moon have with the fool

I want someone who admires me with the same intensity as they admire the moon and the stars.

I'm in entry #16!! I'm loving this so much (but I only see a little every few days, im in exams week). I am so curious to see what is happening/happened with Alex!!

Started waching Marble Hornets, holy fuck, this is amazingggg

I will kill them with kindness!! just kidding, I will bite you

reblog this if your icon could kill a man

.•*¨*•.¸¸♪Guess who almost drinked bleach♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

Quando você abrir minhas entranhas, me diga a cor das minhas entranhas. Sera amarela, como os girassois de Van Gogh, azul como o céu, ou verde como a grama? Sera que minha tentativa tola e suicida de ter cores novamente funcionou?

JINGO BEL JINGO BEL JINGO JINGO BEL ME APRESENTO SOU TETEU SOU O TEU PAPAI NOEL SEU PRESENTE É PIROCA E ELA CAIU DO CÉU CINQUENTA POR CENTO AÇÚCAR CINQUENTA POR CENTO MEL