The author insisted on writing out the main character’s Boston accent. In a novel set in Boston. Where the accent would be unremarkable.
I have a fantastic partner and I have no complaints about our relationship, but some days Paris Paloma’s Labour just gets stuck in my head while I’m raging at the world. It’s a general rage, not a pointed one, but it’s rage nonetheless.
I wasn’t gonna buy any jerseys this World Cup, but now I think I gotta get myself a Haiti one.
To remember that I was loved in this life
Fanfic authors: “This is a slow burn fiction! 150k and the kissing starts in [middle chapter]!”
Me:
They know me so fucking well.
I was alive before Michael Jackson released Smooth Criminal as a single.
I laughed so hard at that part because just yesterday I told my mom that the doctor says I need to eat more salt and my mom was just