stop dreaming start living

Anyway Thomas Hamilton being alive is so important to me on a, like, metaphysical level.

You grow up in a world where there is little to no space for idealism, for hope, for dreams. Everyone tells you to grow up, to stop dreaming, to start living in the real world. And in this world it’s so fucking hard to avoid becoming cynical, to keep your values and hope for a better world. The idealists are crushed and killed and they have to fight for their whole lives. And medias only tend to reinforce this idea.

So when I see a character who never gave up his dreams, his values, who never felt ashamed for who he was, who kept on having faith in people, who refused to apologise, who didn’t care what other people thought, who was so strong and resilient that he survived the whole world being against him, and I see him alive and reunited with the love of his life - I get so emotional.

Yes, he didn’t manage to change the world. Yes, he suffered so much, he lost his family, his home, he sacrificed so much. But in the end, it’s him who won. He survived, he got his soft ending, he was reunited with the one person he loved more than anything. And he didn’t give up. He never did. There is still hope for the idealists.

Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. Everyone has their own unique journey. A path that’s right for someone else won’t necessarily be a path that’s right for you. And that’s okay. Your journey isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. It’s just different. Your life isn’t meant to look like anyone else’s because you aren’t like anyone else. You’re a person all your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. So stop comparing, and start living.
trc characters as @wolfpupy tweets
  • gansey: archaeologists have found hieroglyphs on the wall of a hidden chamber inside king tut's tomb that confirms he was a damn bitch
  • blue: until i can have a bow in my hair that can be turned into a mini crossbow no one gets to be happy
  • adam: when it comes to jewels, gems, amulets, moonstones, golden coins, and other riches, i would like to have them please
  • ronan: talk to the bird on my shoulder because the face aint listening
  • noah: tired of people always telling me go to hospital and that i've lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it
  • maura: if the magic spells i wrote dont work its because you dont believe in them enough. no refunds
  • calla: try my homemade energy drink, its a bottled water with a powerful crystal amulet dropped in it
  • persephone: if taxi drivers dont want to be paid in scented candles they should have a sign
  • neeve: i basically know everything about dark magic
  • orla: if you think im going to compromise my luxurious hair with inferior non bubblegum scented hair product think again and another thing,shut up
  • the gray man: retiring from my life of crime because vending machines and claw machines dont give you stuff when you point a gun at them
  • whelk: in a way aren't we all responsible for my actions
  • kavinsky: stop living in a dream world and start living in the regular nightmare world all of the rest of us live in
  • malory: the ancient egyptian mummies can kiss my as,i dont respect them. theres no chance i willbe cursed for this because those idiots have no idea
  • colin greenmantle: we must follow the bright circle to where it touches the ground then kick its ass
  • piper greenmantle: everyone who died and was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion deserved it and i dont care
  • gwenllian: if history has taught us anything i dont plan to learn it
  • BONUS glendower: thanks to candle magic and protection spells i dont need health insurance, car insurance, or to look where i am going
Song of Sirens

The Storybook: The Little Mermaid

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 8,815

Sequel to Kiss of Life


It was one eventful night that had changed everything.

If you hadn’t placed yourself on that ship sailing back home from the capital, then you wouldn’t have experienced your first mermaid attack. If your ship hadn’t been a victim of those carnivorous creatures, then you wouldn’t have been knocked overboard into the middle of the chilling sea. If you hadn’t lost your battle with the overpowering waves, then Taehyung would have never found you in your descent to your watery grave.

With one kiss, he had granted you a second wind.

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“Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. Everyone has their own unique journey. A path that’s right for someone else won’t necessarily be a path that’s right for you. And that’s okay. Your journey isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. It’s just different. Your life isn’t meant to look like anyone else’s because you aren’t like anyone else. You’re a person all your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. So stop comparing, and start living.” — Daniell Koepke

corruptcolor  asked:

❝ stop living in a dream world and start living in the regular nightmare world all of the rest of us live in ❞

@wolfpupy twitter ask meme

{🔪} “No! I like my dream world. There’s no one in here that’ll try to murder me!”

“And it’s not like I can just climb out into the real world anyway! I don’t have to suffer out there because I can’t get out there!”

I've spent my life lost
in hazy skies, dreaming of
what lies beyond them.
—  e.m.b, I need to stop dreaming and start living.
Neptune

Neptune aspected to the Sun can give traits like daydream about the self and their enviroment. To people with this placement is difficult to figure out that they’re dreaming their life. Often their self expression is based on their creativity. They can be good artists. However, they often aren’t capable of stop dreaming and start living their art. Could lead to the loss of ego and introversion.

Neptune aspected to the Moon exalt the dreamer traits. Feelings are very attached to imagination, and often they could escape from reality because it is unsatisfactory. Could lead to negative feelings if it isn’t controlled. They are less aware of their daydream. Great imagination and creativity. People with these placement could feel nearer to spiritual experiences.

Neptune aspected to Mercury often invent stories from nowhere, could lie to people and themselves. Great empathy, intuition, usually their energy is drained by their surrounding. Prone to confusion, illogical thinking and problems paying attention. They can be good with poetry and the arts in general. People with a more realistic point of view could make Neptune-Mercury people hopeless.

Neptune aspected to Venus seek their ideals, most likely to get negative feelings facing reality. Try to surround themselves with beauty and find their perfect partner. Prone to be a hopeless romantic, may feel lonely and unloved. They usually give more than receive in relationships. People tend to take advantage from Neptune-Venus people.

Neptune aspected to Mars their sexual energy is drowned, like they assertion and vitality. Their actions are illogical and impulsive, however they tend to procrastination and low-movements. Their sexual energy could be drowned or idealized. Idealization of sex. Inability to be angry, explosions of violence. Tend to invent stories.

stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. it doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. it just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. the reality is that there is no one correct path in life. everyone has their own unique journey. a path that’s right for someone else won’t necessarily be a path that’s right for you. and that’s okay. your journey isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. it’s just different. your life isn’t meant to look like anyone else’s because you aren’t like anyone else. you’re a person all your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. so stop comparing, and start living.

Life in your thirties

If you’re single, don’t compare your life to the people around you getting married and having kids. They’re not as happy as you think. If you’re a parent, be present more than anything else. If you’re divorced, embrace it. This is your rebirth. Walk with certainty. Be kind to your parents. Stop dreaming and start living them. You’ve earned what you know and no one can take that away. Know that. Tighten your strainer. Work on your relationships. Draw boundaries with Sharpie instead of chalk. Fight for something. Create. Write a book. Get out of your head and house. Chase experiences not things. Stop carrying things that are not yours to own. Lean toward your fears. Do everything for the stretch. Date better. Cook. Play loud. Fuck like you mean it. Be mindful. Drink water. Turn your dial to give. Love your body. Seek nectar. Punch the sky, not a clock. Live in color. Resist nothing.

Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. Everyone has their own unique journey. A path that’s right for someone else won’t necessarily be a path that’s right for you. And that’s okay. Your journey isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. It’s just different. Your life isn’t meant to look like anyone else’s because you aren’t like anyone else. You’re a person all your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. So stop comparing, and start living.
—  Daniell Koepke
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lwd and skop challenge day 1 | a parallel: ryke then vs. ryke now

He shrouds these parts of himself, as if they’re reminders of how he was raised. As the “yes kid” who did what his mother asked him. The yes kid has no opinions of his own. The yes kid has no voice.

-Connor Cobalt, Fuel the Fire

So I’m the anchor and the phoenix, and it was around this time that I learned to run for me. I stopped winning for my fucking mom, for my dad. Every achievement, every good grade- that was mine. I started living my dreams and I stopped living theirs.

-Ryke Meadows, Hothouse Flower

penny dreadful characters as wolfpupy tweets
  • vanessa ives: stop living in a dream world and start living in the regular nightmare world all of the rest of us live in
  • victor frankenstein: the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead
  • sembene: if i found a genie of the lamp i would throw it in the ocean, i have no time for that
  • sir malcolm: learning from mistakes is for people who recognise that they make mistakes. i dont give a shit
  • dorian gray: yeah i looked both ways before crossing the street, i looked both 'handsome' and 'radiant', too bad i got hit by that car
  • evelyn poole: reached the limit of what you can do with imagination? why not try occult dark magic
  • john clare: seems to me if we all worked together to make my life better then eventually everyone elses lives would get better at some point probably
  • lily: some people change, some people stay the same, and some people do a third other thing
  • proteus: i wasnt born yesterday, i was born 5 weeks ago.
  • ferdinand lyle: archaeologists have found hieroglyphs on the wall of a hidden chamber inside king tut's tomb that confirms he was a damn bitch
  • ethan chandler: awoooooo
I loved you first (chapter 3)

I don’t think I’ve ever had a character talk to me the way Emmy has been talking to me lately (it is both helpful and annoying) so chapter 3 is ready!

This story is already so close to my heart and I can feel it growing with every chapter, it’s been very…cathartic is probably the best word I can use for it, I desperately needed to write this.

So once again, be prepared for feels, this is actually the first chapter that really got me good so I should probably apologize right now: this might end in tears again, I’m truly sorry…

There will be smut in later chapters, for now it’s just feels and maybe a little bit of fluff.

***

Previous chapters: 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

***

I loved you first (chapter 3)

I waited for him at a table for two outside of Covent Garden, it was a gorgeous day out and the place was packed with tourists and Londoners having their lunch. I was nervous, not only because part of me feared I would be seeing Catherine again and not Tom, but the other part was even more nervous about him actually showing up this time.

‘What’s a gorgeous woman like you doing out here eating all by herself? Do you mind if I join you, darling?’


His voice in my ear made me jump from my seat and he immediately put his hand on my arm to calm me.
‘I’m sorry, that was creepy, wasn’t it?’ he flashed me one of his dashing smiles and then lowered his eyes and shook his head as if he was actually embarrassed.  

‘Just a tad,’ I smiled, ‘So first you send you girlfriend on me and now you creep up on me? What’s up with that?’

He laughed while we both sat down, he looked flawless in his light blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up.
His hair was a little messy and shorter than I was used to but I could still see some errand curls fighting to come out.


‘I’m so sorry about last time,’ he said, giving me a sincere look,’ the meeting was very last minute, but Cath told me you two had a good talk?’

‘Yes, we did,’ I answered,’ she’s really nice.’
I looked him straight in the eyes to prove I wasn’t faking it this time and he smiled back at me.

‘That’s good to hear.’

We ordered our lunch and enjoyed our wine and the chatter around us for a few minutes, I had forgotten how my nerves disappeared each time I was actually with him, and how even our silences had always been comfortable.


‘So, tell me what’s been happening in your life,’ he then said,’ how is Boston treating you?’
‘Pretty well actually,’ I answered,’ it took some getting used to during our first months there, but it’s starting to feel like home now.’

After my parent’s divorce my mother got offered a job in Boston, nobody believed she would actually take it but apparently the other side of the world from where my father lived seemed like her best option so she jumped at the chance. And asked me to go with her.

I would have never dreamed of leaving London had she asked me the year before, but her timing was impeccable. London had something, or rather someone, I wanted to get far away from too at that time so I followed her and never looked back.

‘I have a job as a secretary in a small law firm,’ I continued,’ it’s nothing too impressive but I like it.’

‘That’s great, Em,’ he nodded his head,’ I’m glad things worked out for you and your mum. She deserves all the good things coming to her, you both do.’
I gave him a thankful smile.


‘How about you?’ I asked.

‘Well,’ I could see a little hesitation on his face before he continued,’ I work for my father’s firm now.’
‘You caved?’ I asked surprised.

‘Yes, I caved,’ he confessed.
‘Wow, I thought that was the last thing you wanted? What about the acting dream?’
‘It’s exactly what you said, a dream,’ he said with a sigh,’ there comes a point in your life where you have to stop chasing silly dreams and start living your actual life, you know, grow up. Dreams are sometimes just that, they’re not always meant to come true.’

His voice had taken a serious tone and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was one of those silly dreams he had just stopped chasing over the years.

‘Do you hate it?’ I asked, putting the smile back on his face.
‘No, I don’t hate it,’ he then said,’ I don’t love it, but…it’s a good job. I could do a lot worse.’

‘You could also do better.’


‘Stop it, alright,’ he shook his head,’ I had one successful play on the West End and two small tv guest roles and that was it. It wasn’t enough to pay the bills, it never would be, I had no choice but to give it up.’

‘I always believed it would happen for you, you know,’ I then confessed,’ that one day some big shot producer would take one look at that gorgeous face of yours and see that you had more passion than anyone else he’d ever seen on stage.’


The smile he gave me was almost too adorable for a grown man but he was still shaking his head.

‘I’m really sorry it didn’t happen, Tom,’ I then said softer.
‘Thank you,’ he reached for my hand across the table and took it in his while he looked me in the eyes,’ but I’m good, Em, honestly. People change, dreams change, I’m happy where I am now.’
I tightened my grip on his hand as I nodded my head.



‘Are you, darling?’ he then asked softly while his piercing blue eyes stared deeper into mine,’ are you happy?’


‘I’m…’

It suddenly seemed hard to form the rest of my words, there was nothing coming out of my mouth, instead my eyes were filling up with tears I did not want him to see.



God, why was it always so hard to lie to him?

I was rescued by the waiter who chose this perfect moment to bring us our lunch, we both thanked him and started eating in silence, giving me the chance to compose myself.


‘God, I missed fish and chips so much,’ I said after I had taken a few bites.

He just looked at me in a big grin, the hair may be different and his face was a lot sharper than it was back then but the goofy little boy with the angelic curls was still right there in that expression and I couldn’t help but smile.


‘Is that what you missed most about London?’ he then asked.
‘You are what I miss most about London,’ my answer had rolled off my tongue without thinking and I avoided looking at him for a while as I continued eating.

‘I wanted to call you so many times,’ he then said, putting his fork down as he leaned back in his chair,’ I swear one time I was in a cab on my way to the airport to come get you…’

‘But you didn’t.’

‘I didn’t think you wanted me to,’ he said,’ you made that very clear I recall.’
‘Yeah, I did,’ I sighed.

‘Anyway, Emma talked some sense into me and told me to let it go if I ever wanted any chance at being friends with you again,’ he then confessed,’ so I did.’
‘Well, thank god for Emma,’ I said with a weak sarcastic smile.

‘So, is there anyone…special in your life?’ he then asked carefully.
‘It’s just me and mum,’ I answered truthfully.

We continued our lunch in silence, his eyes found mine every now and then and I could see the soft little smile forming on his lips every time they did.


‘So,’ he sighed when we were both finished eating,’ do you have anywhere you need to be right now?’

‘Not really. Haley’s at work so…’
‘Will you spend the afternoon roaming the streets of London with me?’ he then asked softly as he reached for my hand again.


‘There is nothing I want more right now,’ I smiled and I put my hand over his, feeling my heart jump at his touch.

***

2003


I knew I couldn’t keep ignoring him, he had been calling my name from the living room for about 5 minutes straight now but I didn’t want to see him, I didn’t want to see anyone right now.
All I wanted was to crawl back into my bed and forget this day ever happened.

Maybe if I just ignored him he would think I wasn’t home and just give up. I wiped away my tears as I pulled up my legs in front of me on my bed and let out a deep sigh, trying to stop the endless stream of tears.

‘Emmy?’

He was shouting louder now and his voice was closer, I knew he was right down the stairs.


God please don’t come up here…


But it was already too late, I could hear his footsteps squeaking up the stairs. I quickly tried to dry my tears but I knew it was no use, I had been crying non stop for almost an hour, my eyes were red and puffy, he would take one look at me and see.

‘Em? Oh there you are, why didn’t you answer?’ he walked into my bedroom and sat down on the bed in front of me when his eyes met mine and the smile faded from his face,’ what’s wrong?’


The look of shock and genuine worry on his face was enough to trigger me and I covered my face with my hand as I burst out in more tears. He was right next to me in seconds putting his hands on my shoulders gently to make me face him.

‘What happened?’
‘It’s not important,’ I tried to brush him off.

‘Not important?’ he asked with a look of disbelief on his face,’ anything that makes you cry like that is important enough, come on, spill.’

I looked at him through my tears but shook my head.

He may have found his way to my room but there was still no way I wanted to talk to him about this.
‘No, really, it’s fine, Tom,’ I insisted,’ honestly, talking isn’t going to solve anything anyway so just leave it.’

‘Talking may not solve anything but it might make you stop crying, if just for a little while,’ his hands were rubbing my shoulders softly,’ look at me, Em, I’m your friend, right?’

I nodded my head and bit my lip when it started to shake again.

‘Whatever it is, you can tell me.’
‘I just didn’t want you to see me like this, okay,’ I sighed,’ I don’t like myself when I get like that and I…don’t want you to think less of me.’

‘Why would I think less of you?’ he shook his head in disbelief and pulled me closer to him, his face inches from mine as he looked into my eyes,’ listen here, there is nothing you could say or do to ever make me think less of you.’

I nodded my head in tears.

‘Now please tell me what happened,’ he insisted.

‘Do you remember I told you about Noah?’
‘The tall American guy from university you have a crush on?’ he rolled his eyes but nodded his head.
‘Yeah, well he’s dating Sarah now.’
‘Your friend Sarah?’ he asked.

‘Yes, my friend Sarah,’ I let out a deep sigh and let my head hang down to avoid his eyes,’ apparently they’ve been dating for over a month, I wouldn’t even know if I hadn’t caught them coming out of the library this morning, his arm around her shoulder and her face buried against his neck.’

Just the image was enough to bring the tears back to my eyes.

‘And I have absolutely no right to feel this way,’ I ranted,’ I never even told her I like him and he barely knows me, but…I just want to stab her eyes out, or his…actually both of them. I just want to break them up or hurt them. And I can’t even look at her right now, let alone pretend to be her friend.’

I shook my head and covered my eyes.
‘I am the worst friend ever,’ I continued,’ and a horrible, horrible person.’

‘Em,’ he let out a deep sigh and let his hand sink down to my waist,’ you are not horrible at all, and you have every right to hate them. They hurt you.’

‘But they didn’t mean to,’ I shook my head,’ they just fell in love.’

‘And so did you,’ he continued,’ you can’t help the way you feel, darling. You’d never actually hurt them, right. I mean…right?’

He lifted his eye brow and I gave him a little smile through my tears.
‘No of course not,’ I sighed.
‘Then feelings are just feelings, it doesn’t make you horrible, it makes you human.’

‘Well,’ I shrugged my shoulders,’ being human sucks.’


‘It’s just love, and being in love and not having it returned to you sucks, believe me I know,’ he said in a little smile,’ love makes us stupid, and irrational and a little insane sometimes, but it’s also what makes life worth living, no?’
I nodded my head and looked into his eyes.



‘Being capable of loving someone like that, even if they’ll never feel the same way, is never something to be ashamed of, Em,’ he spoke softly,’ it just shows you have a big, beautiful heart and there’s nothing wrong with that, love.’


I gave him a little smile and noticed my tears had stopped falling.
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest to hug me,’ I would never think less of you, never in a million years.’
I put my arms around his neck to hug him back and let out a relieved sigh.


‘Better now?’ he asked softly.
‘Lots,’ I whispered.

‘You should never be embarrassed about what you’re feeling, Em,’ he then spoke softly against my ear,’ no matter how ugly you think it is, I’ll always want to hear it and I would never, ever, judge you, alright?’

‘Alright,’ I smiled and hugged him tighter,’ thank you so much for being here, Tom.’

‘I’ll always be here for you,’ he whispered,’ and screw that Noah guy, he doesn’t deserve you anyway.’


***


Today

Haley sat outside on the balcony of the flat when I came home that night, the sun was just starting to go down but it was still warm outside. It was a peaceful, quiet night, everything about this day had felt nothing less than perfect. 



Well, except for the part where I had to say goodbye to Tom and send him off to Catherine.
That part was a little less perfect.

The whole afternoon had been so amazing, walking around London with Tom’s arm around me, It almost felt like old times, except it wasn’t.

Catherine’s name kept popping up into our conversations, he didn’t do it on purpose, and he apologized for it several times. But when the heart is full of something…



By the time I got back to the apartment my own heart was heavy and my mood had been sinking lower with each step home.
Haley saw it on my face as soon as I sat down and she quickly handed me a glass.

‘There’s alcohol in this, right?’ I asked.
She just nodded her head and I took a long sip, hoping the drink was strong enough to numb my senses.

‘So how did it go?’

‘It was amazing,’ I sighed,’ every little bit of it, Hales, but mostly just being with him. I didn’t even realize how much I missed just hanging out with him, listening to him talk, watch that smile on his face while he guides me through all of his favorite little corners of the city. God, I never wanted this day to end. I haven’t felt this happy in a long while until…’
I leaned back against the wall and let out a deep sigh.

‘Until?’

‘Until I realized that this is not my life,’ I said in a heavy sigh,’ it won’t be me that he strolls through London with, he’s not going to take me out to lunch or to these cute little coffee shops and book stores, and then drive up to his home at night to have mad passionate sex.’
I could hear the crack in my own voice and felt the tears sting in my eyes.

‘It will be her,’ I then added, trying to keep it together as I took another long sip from whatever drink Haley gave me.

‘And he is completely smitten, Hales,’ I then continued as I got up from the bench and started pacing around the small balcony,’ she is all he thinks about. There was not even a moment there where he looked at me for just that little bit too long or touched me just that little bit inappropriately, there was nothing in his eyes when he looked at me, nothing!’

I was somewhere between screaming and crying at this point,’ it’s over, it’s all over, Haley. He doesn’t want me.’

She was out of her seat and with me in seconds and she put her hands on my shoulders to calm me down,’ it will be alright, Em.’

‘No it won’t be! I love him so much and he just doesn’t care,’ the tears were streaming down my face and I didn’t stop them this time,’ he doesn’t even care, Haley.’

She put her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.
‘Let it out,’ she said softly as I returned the hug and let my tears fall freely.

‘I thought that…if he just…spent some time with me, he would…see,’ I whispered in between sobs,’ and he would…love me again.’

‘Hey, look at me,’ she said as she released me from the hug and looked into my eyes,’ he is always going to love you, Emmy, you are his best friend, no girlfriend is going to change that or the history you two have together.’


‘But I don’t want to be part of his history anymore,’ I said as I wiped my tears,’ history means nothing if there is no future.’
She stayed quiet and put her hands on my shoulders again to look into my eyes.

‘And don’t tell me that I will always have him as a friend, I don’t want to be his friend anymore,’ I then added and I put the glass down in a sigh and stepped away from her,’ I’m going to bed. Please don’t wake me.’

***

I woke up around 2 o’clock the next afternoon.
As soon as sleep left me images of the previous day started to come back to me like a flashback of a bad memory. I immediately wanted to close my eyes and go back to sleep.

Sleep, deny, forget.

But I knew sleep wouldn’t come again so I dragged myself out of bed and took my phone with me as I made my way to the bath room.
The sight in the mirror wasn’t pretty, my make up was spread all around my eyes and cheeks from all the crying I did the night before, I looked more miserable than ever and I let out a deep annoyed sigh.

‘Asshole,’ I muttered between my teeth and I clicked my phone to find a message from Haley.

‘Party at Tom’s house tonight, I don’t want to hear any whining, we are going and you are going to suck it up. Now go out and buy yourself a dress and be ready by 9. See you tonight, cry baby.’

‘Bitch,’ I said in an angry whisper but I couldn’t help but shake my head in a little smile.



I wouldn’t know what I’d do without her.

And she had given me exactly what I needed this morning: a mission.

I took another look at my horrible face in the mirror and stared deep into my own sad eyes. Haley was right, I had to suck it up.



I was going to get that dress, and it wouldn’t be a classy Catherine dress, oh no. I was going to pick the most sexy, slutty dress I could possibly find and show that blind asshole exactly what he was missing.

I knew that was a desperate move but it’s not like I could sink any lower, right?