Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I’m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I’m afraid that you’ll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.

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whetaver:

gf: come over

me: cant im a dinosaur and i died 65 million yrs ago

gf: im off my period

me: image

lovetheinterweb:

youvebeen-loki-d:

youvebeen-loki-d:

what do you call it when batman skips church?

christian bale

did you just

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