I guess being a adult means…getting up early to study & do Tuesdays homework, because you work a double on Tuesday…

being a “adult” means eating chocolate fudge ice cream, in your underwear. Yelling at the Sarah Mcglockin? To stop ruining my night ( or how ever that narcissist spells her name).

A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

from Republic of Thieves, by Scott Lynch (via makingupachangingmind)

Somewhere, Kristin Stewart just smirked a little. 

(via other-bronte)