#silveramante

{✬} Pushing up her reading glasses, the blonde swung her bag over her shoulder, her fingers carrying a blue paperback novel. It was a heart wrenching book, so she's been told. Many people had recommended it to her so many times, she lost count. But finally after many, many, weeks, she picked it up, and hasn't been able to stop reading since. Not focusing on where she was going, it wasn't surprising as the blonde artist bumped into something-- er, someone. Yelping at the sudden impact, her book fumbled before it landed on the pavement with a dull thud. Face flushing red in embaressement, she ducked her head. "S-sorry,"

((Pffft, I love you for that. xD))

((Thank you very much. ^^))

omfg is damn right I feel like bashing this damn piece of technology on the floor repeatedly but also like I'm going to burst into frustrated tears of absolute agony all at the same timeeeeeee OTL

"Another twin. My, there's a lot of us. S'up?"

Don't worry I completely understand, I mean I nightblogged all night last night and haven't slept for 28 hours now. I'm running purely on fanfiction feelings/frustration and so much caffeine.

And English is my best subject and I'm a grammar nazi, little things like that just bug me >_> If I do anything literature wise in the future it will be editing OTL.

She defiantly attacks her nemesis, refusing to give up.