dajo42:

mysilentprince:

dajo42:

assbuttling:

dajo42:

wrathofthegiraffe:

dajo42:

there are more pressing issues right now delphine

Like the poor state of the buildings in the background or…

no no you’re missing the obvious… she is clearly not dressed warmly enough for this weather

you should clearly not be driving a carriage in the dark

and that torch! the carriage is made of wood. wood burns.
idk delphine i think i’m ready to go to the embassy but clearly you haven’t thought this through
other than that i see no problems here

THERE. IS. A. GIANT. CHICKEN

i do not know what you mean. was that a dream you had

dajo42:

mysilentprince:

dajo42:

assbuttling:

dajo42:

wrathofthegiraffe:

dajo42:

there are more pressing issues right now delphine

Like the poor state of the buildings in the background or…

no no you’re missing the obvious… she is clearly not dressed warmly enough for this weather

you should clearly not be driving a carriage in the dark

and that torch! the carriage is made of wood. wood burns.

idk delphine i think i’m ready to go to the embassy but clearly you haven’t thought this through

other than that i see no problems here

THERE. IS. A. GIANT. CHICKEN

i do not know what you mean. was that a dream you had

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9:17 p.m. Earlier I said these mozzarella sticks taste like garbage. I would like to amend that statement. They taste worse than garbage. I would prefer to eat garbage, because then there would be the chance I would get to eat a bite of something good someone started to eat but couldn’t finish, or paper.

The water outside TGI Friday’s is black now.

9:23 p.m. I keep thinking I hear people say “Caity.” I write down in my notebook that I am “definitely hallucinating.”

I put my head near the table to write more and the scent of old marinara and burnt rubber fills my nostrils. I sit back up.

9:36 p.m. A waiter tries to give me another table’s Boneless Buffalo Wings. Do not tempt me, Satan.

daeryssa:

the potter generation // horcruxes or hallows }

–––– – ❝ wouldn’t it be better, make you  s t r o n g e r , to have your soul in more pieces, i mean, for instance, isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldn’t seven –– ? merlin’s beard, tom! seven! isn’t it bad enough to think of killing one person? and in any case…bad enough to divide the soul…but to rip it into  s e v e n  pieces… of course, this is all  h y p o t h e t i c a l  , what we’re discussing, isn’t it? all academic… yes, sir, of course.

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