'Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.’
|—||George R.R. Martin http://insidetv.ew.com/2014/04/13/george-r-r-martin-why-joffrey-killed/ (via perksofbeingalannister)|
Something strange is going on. Animals are looking at you sideways. Things fall off desks when you walk by. You have a sudden hankering for red meat, and you wake up with muddy feet. Did you recently have a birthday? We bet all this funny business started right after that.
Look in the mirror: Do you have green eyes? If not, does your crush? While less than 2% of the population has green eyes, independent studies have revealed that 90% of them are currently living in a YA novel.
You have next to no adult supervision in your life.Whether your adult guardian (there’s probably only one) is missing, working long hours, off fighting werewolves, or just plain clueless, you’re left to your own devices most of the time. This leaves you free to do activities including but not limited to marrying a ghost, overthrowing a postapocalyptic government, and driving a pickup truck while texting, clutching a giant iced coffee, and thinking soulfully about souls.
Within the past few weeks, two hot, adoring guys have come into your life.If one is a dark-haired bad boy and the other a mischievous yet trustworthy blond, just accept that you’re living in a YA novel now, and cross your fingers it’s a series.
You or someone you know is named Cam, Cameron, or Cammie. Also watch out for names that can be shortened to Kat.
Your world’s looking a little bit…whitewashed.And if you do know someone of color, they likely have skin that one might compare to a cafe au lait, mocha, or other beverage currently sold at Starbucks. (Note: If people are looking even whiter than usual, you may be living in a YA novel about vampires. Or zombies. I’m sorry.)
You have an archnemesis. We hate to break it to you, but most people don’t have to deal with someone who is single-mindedly devoted to ruining their life. This goes double if you were inadvertently responsible for your archnemesis becoming a mutant/losing control of their space colony/falling out of their dress at prom.
You just found out you’re descended from a race of creatures that has something to do with souls. Or angels, or demons, or vampires, or seeking, or protecting, or vengeance, or gods. If your family photo album is actually a skin-bound Necronomicon you found in a cave, you’re probably living in a YA novel.
Your friends keep saying things like, “Either I send him south in handcuffs or in a Chicago overcoat.” Wait a minute…you might actually be living in a noir. Lucky!
Some genius replaced the music in the Party Rock video with the cantina song from Star Wars and it matches perfectly
How am I supposed to trust a man who no longer believes in love?
I still do.
#what gets me#what REALLY gets me#is that ALL this time he has had this hatred for himself and that decision he made back in the EF bottled up#he’s been carrying it around with him like a ten ton weight#it’s clear when he FINALLY lets it go and tells zelena!ariel just HOW much it has burdened his soul#i mean take a look at that bottom gif#YOU HARDLY EVER SEE HIM LIKE THAT#liam and milah#those are the only other two times he has been that broken#and neither of those times were out of REMORSE and absolute HATRED and SHAME for something he had done#he’s so ashamed that he can’t even tell emma for fear of her disappointment in him#for the fact that he fears once she knows any chance he had will be OVER and DONE WITH#he loathes what he did#HE.LOATHES.IT.#he’s so ashamed he completely bypasses an i’m sorry#and practically BEGS to be forgiven with tears threatening to spill#regret after regret reflected in his eyes#if ANYBODY deserves forgiveness it is someone as genuinely remorseful as this man right here#I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT IS EVEN UP FOR DEBATE (via swarleyy)
I hope you fall in love with a man with good music taste and a jawline stronger than your wifi connection