Time passed. It didn’t matter. Macbeth, hath murdered sleep and Carrie hath murdered time. Pretty good. A bon mot Sue smiled dolefully. Can this be the end of our heroine, Miss Sweet Little Sixteen? No worries about the country club and Kleen Korners now. Not ever. Gone. Burned out. Someone ran past, blabbering that Carlin Street was on fire. Good for Carlin Street. Tommy was gone. And Carrie had gone home to murder her mother. Stephen King, Carrie (via beyondthegoblincity)
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cakety-cake:

jillyfishfillet:

it’s 2014 why do boys still think girls like the smell of axe

it’s 2014 why do girls think boys like the smell of overpowering fruity floral perfume

It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was.

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mercuryjones:

How I authentically react when I appreciate people doing something nice for me:

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How I make myself react so they’ll know I appreciate it:

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