No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias.
I have two moods
One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep
the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions
there is no inbetween
Well looks I’ve found what John Green uses to write metaphors with.
why do women’s clothing designers believe that girls do not need pockets
It’s so they can sell us bags
it started out as a kiss
how it did it end up like this
It was only a kiss
IT WAS ONLY A KISS
Kiss kiss fall INTO MY MOUTH
Something from the sixpenceee tag
It’s really cool. You get to start your life over again from scratch and you make your own decisions and see where it takes you.
I found it pretty amusing.
You can play the game here
legit been playing this for like an hour
going on 2 hours here
That was fun but I got kidnapped.
this is rly good 10/10 plz play
#actors who are actually their character
the greatest casting ever.
Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought an ice cream truck.
Follow your dreams Rupert
I didn’t know this. So I looked it up and - HE ACTUALLY DID.
‘I keep my van well stocked. It’s got a proper machine that dispenses Mr Whippy ice cream and I buy my lollies wholesale – 50 for a tenner – so I never run short.
I’m not allowed to sell my merchandise. I’d need a licence for that. ‘I tend to avoid July and August, but the rest of the year I’ll drive around the local villages and if I see some kids looking like they’re in need of ice creams, I’ll pull over and dish them out for free. They’ll say, “Ain’t you Ron Weasley?” And I’ll say, “It’s strange, I get asked that a lot.”
It makes it even better that he just GIVES the icecream away.
this poST GETS MORE AND MORE AMAZING AS YOU READ
This makes my heart happy
sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white
Reblogging for that comment
If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all