date a tall boy with black hair. date a boy who will hate the world with you. date a boy who drinks tea and will sit with you by the fire. date a boy with honour. date a boy who needs to capture the avatar to restore his honour. date prince zuko.
Three simple words. It’s a statement that I have heard, read, and even spike of countless times— yet, for some amazing reason, it has been blowing my mind since yesterday.
It’s weird that pirates would go from shore to shore looking for buried treasure when the real treasure was in the friendships they were making
*reads the last line again*
*closes the book*
*throws book out the window*
*jumps out the window after it*
*writhes in pain while clutching the book*
*cries and rocks it back and forth*
*puts it back down on the shelf*
*Calls friend* “read this book”