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tessa. eighteen.born and raised on the west coast of canada. I blow out my candles on the sixteenth of every june. single and ready to mingle. I track the tag classychiccanadian. now click that plus sign and put a smile on my face :)

i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole

Dash is dead. ReBlog this if you want me to check out your blog!

dontwannasaygoodbye:

Better chance if you follow me http://dontwannasaygoodbye.tumblr.com
Solo promoting favorites to 17k.
Reblogging a bunch from your archives!
I love you guys btw(:

gatzzby:

hannahsneakers:

why don’t they have big hyped up award shows for books

i mean

best male/female character

best antagonist

best plot development

best plot twist

come on

#book you threw across the room the hardest

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shittyme: ionlyblogturtles: livingmywayeveryday: vickified: “If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?” lol yes, so then i can shave. Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!      One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.      0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s      Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.” ^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
screams: I FOLLOW BACK 1OO%
21kilometers-beforeim21: physical-aspiration: need. I want this!!