What was Rook doing, making a perfume ad with every damn woman in the city? Then she stopped herself. ‘Why do I care?’ she thought. It bothered her that it even bothered her.
Heat Wave by Richard Castle, Chapter 2
on the bright side, we never have to be subjected to this nonsense ever again
that’s the best bright side i could come up with sorry
Nope. There’s still Part Two.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste)
Reblog if you’re okay with me spilling my heart out into your ask box and you won’t judge me.
(Source: eveningst4r)
That horrible moment when you sit down to write your resume and realize that you really don’t have much to put down.
The template asks for interests, hobbies, and activities.
Do British television, writing fanfic and blogging count? Because that’s pretty much all I have.
