In the second drawer of her rosewood table, there were exactly thirty-nine tubes of lipstick. None of them, however, were the same shade as the mark on the left side of his white collared button down. It was a unique shade – a fuchsia with hints of cool purple – that clashed with her skin tone. Naturally, she steered clear of any color of that family. “Min?” She jerked her head up...
It is always funny to think about the people I...
When I console my friends, I'm like:
10knotes: When I console my best friends, I’m like: Follow Tastefully Offensive, it’s a hilarious blog Get the Best Medicine here :) LOLOL #MINIMAGIC.
I hate it when I get random mood swings and feel...
STUPID SUPER JUNIOR. I’VE BEEN WITH YOU GUYS FOR ALMOST 6 YEARS AND YOU GUYS ALWAYS END UP MAKING ME CRY LIKE A BABY. WHY WHY WHY TELL ME WHY.
Happy birthday, Kim Kibum!
Taylor Swift is best thing to listen to when...
Kyuhyun: 3 Piece Suit Edition
kyuclam: 2008 Endorsement: 071117 MKMF: 110211-13 : Super Junior K.R.Y. The 1st Concert Hope this suffices!^^ ________________________ Requested by dailydoseofsnark.
StillNotDavid: Ugly →
stillnotdavid: Everyone in my apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had… This made me tear :(
Rather productive day today! I cleaned my room and it is now very organized and neat. I threw away lots of clothes and packed most of my books. I finally realized how big my desk is since I can finally see the bottom of it. Did some mini renovation and moving around. All in all, I am quite prooud of myself. Mother would be proud!
One of my friends said to me yesterday: "What if...
ber-the-conqueror: harrypotterenslavement: Whelp.
TO BLOODY HELL. it is ridiculously difficult to use. ugh. STUPID KEYCLUB.
It was two a.m. in the morning and she was in no mood to deal with whomever or whatever was messing with the doorbell of her quaint brownstone house. Not wanting to trouble her elderly grandfather into opening the door, Maven rolled out of the comfort of her bed and made her way downstairs. By the time she had reached halfway down the stairs, the ringings subdued and her grandfather was standing...