February 2012
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That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
Heading to NYC in the morning and thought...
So, tonight, as I toss and turn in hopes of sleep, (and imagine my options with differing members of my harem…) I’ve decided I still stand by my belief that times of less-than-stellar sex are still far better than long periods of no sex at all. Of which I am an expert. And could write a book. Or an anthology.
Empire State of Mind (Part II)
I get more distracted than a 5 year old.
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What Harry Potter has taught me →
theliliputian:
1997 - 2011
Harry Potter taught me that some things are worth dying for.
Ron Weasley taught me that believing in yourself is a hundred times more powerful than luck.
Hermione Granger taught me that an education is a girl’s best asset, even if it doesn’t make you many friends.
Severus Snape taught me to never, ever, ever judge someone.
Rubeus Hagrid taught me that anything can...
aimmyarrowshigh:
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
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Why is it I so often wait until practically midnight to see if I have any preschool-teacher-worthy attire for the following day? Especially since these quests tend to lead me toward a cache of yoga pants and tank tops rather than dresses and sweater sets. Business casual, meet my business casualty.
