Whoopi as everything.
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.
“Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!”
“Stop saying that!”
I don’t like my face much tonight but I’m really liking my hair. I’ve been growing my fringe out for months and it’s getting so long and I’m just super happy with it.
Also sneaky Christmas tree hanging out in the background.