POUR JUICE ON YOUR BABY. J UUSTT PP OURR J UCIICCE ALL OVOEOR RYOUR YOUN GG CHILDD, J US T DO I T YO U PIE CE OF
Rating: sfw (tentatively)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, nor do I know anything at all. So if any of this is true, it’s just a really large coincidence.
Hey you good things :) again, sorry for my organisational skills, meaning this took a while. Hopefully you enjoy this one, it took a lot out of me to write! I’d love to hear what you guys think, it means a lot <3 xx
tw: serious illness (cancer)
Word Count: 5,032
“Talk to me,” Grace says quietly, and the sound reverberates in Hannah’s chest. They’re facing each other now in the chair, legs tangled, backs against it’s arms. And for the first time since they left the hospital Grace’s face doesn’t just look numb, it looks tired, like she’s trying to keep it together for just a little bit longer, “Just please, I don’t want you to stop talking to me.”
This fanfic makes me cry so much i cant deal
- Dauntless: yolo
- Amity: ily
- Candor: tbh
- Erudite: fyi
- Abnegation: wbu
my computer screen is brighter than my future
My internet addiction is getting alt of ctrl
do you ever just want to listen to the same song for a week or maybe two
"write two paragraphs describing yourself"
"you can’t copy my homework because our teacher will know that you copied it from me"
mean girls came out on april 30th 2004. the 10 year anniversary is this year and april 30th is a wednesday and if the whole world does not wear pink i’m moving to saturn