pop culture junkie. everlark shipper. overzealous fangirl.
i adore fall out boy and harry potter; i'm slightly obsessed with jennifer lawrence and josh hutcherson; and i'm a firm believer one can never have enough starbucks, shoes, or nail polish.
He was drunk, which was probably why he picked me in the first place. Tonight wasn’t about making good choices.
He acted like he didn’t mind my apparent weirdness, but I knew it was just the alcohol and some inane desire to make a reckless middle-finger gesture to the world.
Earlier in the evening, I wondered if he might try to lose me, but now we were actually leaving. We were going home together.
I touched the dampness of his sweat-soaked t-shirt, his flesh still heated from the inside of the club. I could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest as we dashed outside to make our great escape.
There were photographers everywhere and I knew tomorrow, the world would know.
And surely, they’d wonder what he was thinking.
Surely, they’d question his taste.
Because who would choose me?
I’m just a blue dinosaur alien head necklace.
#from the treaty of london #in penance for their laziness #each country shall offer up #a male and female athelete between the ages of “are you even legal” and “how old the fuck are you” #at a public ceremony #these athletes shall be delivered to the custody of london #and then transferred to a public dome #where they will fight to the death #until a lone country remains #henceforth and forever more #this pageant will be known as #’the olympics’
hp and a cheesy pun, I love it!