But April ran TOWARDS the burning bus.
That’s love, bitch
But April ran TOWARDS the burning bus.
That’s love, bitch
There’s an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted, once all the houses have been ripped apart. The wind will hush. The clouds will part. The rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant. And only then, in those quiet moments after the storm… Do we learn who was strong enough to survive it?
“She is gonna die when she’s, like, ninety. Old and warm in her bed. She’s not gonna die today. Today she’s gonna be fine.”
SARAH DREW »»»»> WORLD! HER ACTING IN THAT SCENE, HOLY SHIT!
when I say “I wish they would turn this book into a movie” what I really mean is “I wish they would turn this book into a 17-hour-long spectacle that includes every single solitary detail and doesn’t deviate at all from the storyline and has perfect casting”