My sanity has been taken by writers who like to kill fictional characters.
My Favourite Books: Mara Dyer trilogy by Michelle Hodkin
“This was the boy I loved. A little bit messy. A little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster. Just like me.”
day 10: favourite singer
Kellin Quinn [1/?] x
I always thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad shadowhunter. To love is to destroy. I believed that. And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained. And then I saw how much you loved your mother, loved Simon, and how you’d walk into hell to save them. Love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I’d ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak.
day four: favourite film
Dear John [1/?]
“It’s a full moon here tonight, which makes me think of you. Because I know that no matter what I’m doing, no matter where I am, this moon will always be the same size as yours - half a world away.”
day sixteen: favourite youtuber
“What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him… “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too…I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”
A new voice spoke up. “If you guys don’t walk away right now, I’ll take both of you on.” Mason. My hero.
“You’re so full of it, Ashford,” said Miles. He was the bigger of the two and left me to go square off with Mason. Anthony backed off from me, more interested in whether or not there’d be a fight. There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.
“Are you doing her too?” Miles asked Mason. “You don’t want to share?”
“Say one more word about her, and I’ll rip your head off.”
“Why? She’s just a cheap blood-“
Mason punched him.