๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐.๐๐ค ๐๐: ๐๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฒ, ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ ๐, ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐
August 2013
The clock at the front of the classroom was ticking loudly, it was all 15-year-old Y/N managed to focus on. The slow tick, and then a slower tock. With each one, another ounce of life was dragged from her body. It was physically painful to sit in that chair, in that classroom, and with a paper of unsolved and wrongly executed Chemistry work in front of her. Just touching that piece of paper had the same effect as if she were tickling her uvula. She did not even look down at the paper in total fear of feeling useless, stupid, and nauseous.
Okumaya devam et
๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐๐.๐๐ค ๐๐: ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ ๐, ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐, ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐
A/N: Reminder to vote for your fave authors and stories at the 1D Craft Awardsย ๐๏ธ๐ฆ โจ ENJOYYY CHAPTER 10, MY LOVELIESย โฃ๏ธ
Friday, 2 March 2018
The purity of spring had slowly started its descent over London. It almost seemed like the grass was getting greener already, the sun was warming comfortably, and that summer was around the corner, even though it was only the second day of spring. You wouldnโt freeze to death upon walking outside like you did during winter, the sun actually made you feel warmer now when it shone down on you. It wasnโt just that annoying glowing bulb in the sky whose only job was giving light to start a new day. No, now it actually felt like the sun was present. Y/N hated that. Maybe if she had been thin, she would have liked summer, but she was not.
Okumaya devam et
๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐.๐๐ค ๐๐: ๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ, ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ ๐, ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐ญ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐ข๐
Tuesday, 13 December 2017
Tooley Street was always busy, whether there were a horde of people walking to and from the riverside and underground, or cars driving by at a ridiculous speed. London Bridge station on the other side of the road to where Y/N and the gang sat at Caffรฉ Nero, looked like a small insect in comparison to The Shard that reached like a pillar above the partly cloudy winter sky. The blue painted brick building beside it, The Shipwright Arms pub, was a lively addition to an otherwise very bleak street.
Okumaya devam et
sending so much love to everyone who feels like theyโre never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try reallyย hard to fit in because you felt like you never will.ย
you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other peopleโs perceptions of you. if someone doesnโt see your worth, it doesnโt mean it isnโt there.
SAW A TWEET TODAY THAT WAS LIKE โTODAY IS THE 21RST OF SEPTEMBER ON THE 21RST YEAR OF THE 21RST CENTURYโย
Fleabag and Normal People crossover skit for RTE Comic Relief (featuring Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, and Daisy Edgar-Jones)
harry can only drive well when heโs going backwards
Tell The People You Love That You Love Them By Rachel C. Lewis, December 18th, 2013
This is what I have from my convo with Harry. You can hear my answers!!
@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton /ย @tilthat / Cรฉline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope /ย Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House,ย Sarah Ruhl / The History of the Band-Aidย / weird-facts.org /ย