I’ve been trying (off-and-on) for the past hour and a half to watch this fucking trailer. I don’t know if I have a shitty connection, or if millions of screaming teenagers are trying to watch it at the same time.
You bitches should be in bed. You have school tomorrow. GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
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New Moon, Chapter 4 “Waking Up”
Got my ticket for Friday. Time isn’t passing fast enough.