WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
easy there henry
whos henry what thef uck?
*faint laughter from Britian*
*history teachers crying*
we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?
there is not a better feeling than someone playing with your hair
Or running their fingers down your back.
Unless you thought you were alone.
And now, the weather.
Ever read a fic that is so heart wrenchingly beautiful and sad that you’re just like
"Damon, look at me. The Universe doesn’t control a n y t h i n g”