Ana, sixteen, what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.

I’m still getting used to everything. It still makes me a little emotional, just to see how quickly everything kind of changes.

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I don’t wanna forget.

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disappears:

I was on Facebook and I realized, I don’t hate Facebook… I hate people.

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file under:    so deep    same

The scene in which I confess to them is invented, imagined. And, in fact, could never have happened… .because Robbie Turner died of septicaemia at Bray Dunes on the first of June 1940, the last day of the evacuation…and I was never able to put things right with my sister Cecilia….because she was killed on the 15th of October 1940 by the bomb that destroyed the gas and water mains above Balham tube station.

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cradidily:

*waking up from a coma* “how many followers do I have”

cinnasownmockingjay:

I’m just afraid people are going to get sick of me.

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file under:    pretty

I’m really sick of all these actresses looking like birds… I’d rather look a little chubby on camera and look like a person in real life, than look great on screen and look like a scarecrow in real life.

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