ok so imma come out and say this real short and quick
if u like the way someone writes tell them or if you like the way someone looks, talks, tell. them. b.c i can assure you no matter what number of followers they have they will always be astounded that someone actually likes something they do and its nice to get a little appreciation once in a while.
to quote jesus in matthew 4:19
Here it is, the big, huge ass, sad fic that I’ve been working on for at least a month now. I put so much time and effort into this, so I really hope it turned out well,
I’m am both happy and exhausted now that it’s done either way i need a nap.
Wendy has the heart of the truest believer and Peter is denying it.
Time was running out.
Peter could feel it in his bones – feeling more brittle and frail than he’d even been keen to observe – they cracked when he walked, each stride sent a new shock of pain up his spine and threatened to make him fall to pieces. The ground died under his feet, turned an ash-like black, absolutely rotten, he killed the greenery and polluted the springs. Even his knuckles had grown a snowy white – a colour his sun-tanned skin hadn’t seen in centuries. His skin was pulled tight, cracked and bleed red when he dared to move an inch.
wheres the fucking overdose mv
That special feeling you get when the bloggers that you love like/reblog your posts.