So I accidentally sent an email to my professor that was meant for my friend with the subject “MATT PLEASE REMOVE YOUR PANTS”
with a bunch of pictures of Matt Smith and all this super creepy text, and I just got this email back from him:
….oh god.
with a bunch of pictures of Matt Smith and all this super creepy text, and I just got this email back from him:
….oh god.
TEASER UPDATE!
“I am tired of being Tris. I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are a part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.”
TEASER UPDATE!
“I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,’ I say.”
TEASER UPDATE!
“He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.”

can I just…
aaaah good job hun!! I’m like a proud little mammma here :) Now all you have to do is try and get used to your inturnship and be able to go to the cinema the 23th :) Otherwise I have to go alone…. and that was not our plan! Understood????
Love ya though… not mean at ya or anythingaa.. :)
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