Let Go by Frou Frou
I was (and still am) a blubbering mess at the end of it
This is so sad..
Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, May 2nd
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Between the bars by Elliott Smith
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again, between the bars.
I woke up, thinking of the massive list waiting ahead of me. Right now, I’m sitting peacefully, thinking quietly, yawning absentmindedly. I’m also trying not to throw up everywhere and pushing the impending doom to somewhere else. This is my list for the next 12 hours:
1. Finish Laundry
2. Pack most things
3. Weigh everything again
4. Don’t throw up
5. Clean room
6. No, actually, clean room
7. Fill Xanax perscription
8. Breathe into a paper bag
9. Don’t throw up
10. Leave
I won’t be anywhere near a computer or internet for weeks, maybe a month. Take care of yourself, pretty people. I’m going to have a wonderful time in tents, cabins, refugee camps, in and amongst the people, doing what I’ve always wanted to do with my life. I’m finally doing it people, I’m becoming a superhero. Be proud for me. And always remember… I love you all.
The one who tortures everyone. They call him “The Tickler”.
SPOILER ALE- fuck it, if you didn’t watch Game Of Thrones on time, you deserve the spoiler.
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Bon Iver wanted to show me that it is okay to cry when you are sad. He squeezed his eyes shut and his face was marked by sorrow. Moments later, his eyes were wet. He shuddered. ‘Bon Iver,’ I said, and placed a hand on his bare chest to calm him, ‘what made you so suddenly sad?’
He choked and wiped his eyes. ‘Deforestation,’ he whispered.
Delicious. Sexy. A kinky woman’s dream. I suggest this book to my girls with a really, REALLY, dark side. Plus, there’s more sex in this book than True Blood and no vampires.
The writing style isn’t my favourite. Its from the eyes of a dowdy 20-something with extreme self-esteem issues that only this fucked-up, billionaire bachelor can fix. That bullshit, “how can you not see your beauty!” and “you don’t even know your worth.” Mixed in with whips and chaines. I mean, she describes him almost all the time, but when she’s not doing that she’s fucking him. The sex is raw. The guy is FUCKED. And it’s gripping, I’ll give you that.
If you’re looking for a low plot, high sex book.. this is AMAZING. I’ll give it a like for that. But otherwise, it’s a tad slow and too fucking melodramatic.
Esperanza Spalding - Crowned & Kissed
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The Former Mrs. Donald Draper. The new Mrs. Henry Francis. The absolutely, hands-down winner for the #1 woman I’d like to get alone in a room, and preferably naked and in heels. Now my deep longing aside, I adore January Jones for the particular fact that she plays the best indifferent and slightly callous mother and wife. Her kids will most likely grow up to be neurotic and jaded. Keeping it old school, huh Betty?
