We're supposed to be gods together.

Kill me yourself you fucking pussy

“You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we’re making a stand. Tonight we’re taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared.”

Felix. Gay friend.

We’re all pretty tight, though we don’t actually know each other. Well, that’s not true…in some ways, they know more about me than anybody. But we’ve never actually met, you know, physically.

Someone’s been following me. Police?

[2/3] ships ➢ the girl squad

I SPIT MY MILK OUT 

what she means: what the fuck do they put in cologne to make it smell that fucking good what the fuck is that i fucking hate how i walk through a hallway and am instantly floored by some 5'6 nerdy bitch ass wearing good cologne like let me tell you i didnt spend years transforming myself into an independent goddess of a woman just to be instantly weakened by a fucking?? whatever the fuck they put in that shit