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I'm Chloé, 15 from shitty England. This blog will include nerdy stuff like cats, Doctor Who, Sherlock and feels, lots of feels.
Promo!

I’m starting to like you way too much. Abort.

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nitrogen:

(18+)

solluxcraptor:

"you’re too cute to be single!"

then date me

(via tr0ubled-waters)

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chickenalfredhoe:

high regard - the story so far
gabtheairbag:

☮ We are the children of the earth ☮
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havocados:

basedgaben:

My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.

I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.