semisweet-andnuts answered your question: hurry respond to this telling me a book i need to…
mistborn olololol
//KICKS IN THE SHIN
hurry respond to this telling me a book i need to read
boobs is a nice word
breasts is too formal
tits is kind of seedy
boobs is just right
(Source: grates)
Lucinda stood among the crowd of people as they all surged forward past the gate, smiling. It had been a long time since Mr. Wonka had had a dream worth visiting. They were usually the kinds of dreams that were repetitive and often better dreamt without someone butting in. The kinds of dreams that were too personal of memories to be of any interest to Lucinda. She held her hands behind her back, light on her feet as she skipped forward, ready at any moment to call her attention to the chocolatier.
“Mr. Wonkaaaa?” she drawled out, “Do you have any time for an old costumer?”
Willy, who had been rather lost in thought at that particular moment, jumped about a foot in the air. “Oh! Oh, er, hello, areyouenjoyingyourself?” he spat out breathlessly, eyes darting around. He wasn’t used to being around so many people- let alone expected to interact with so many people. He recognized the young woman who had called out to him, vaguely. “Er, hello,” he said rather blandly.
She untangled her fingers and gave Willy a little wave. “‘Ello.” She tried to remember if he had always been this socially overwhelmed, but didn’t remember any dreams that could possibly help her decide this. “Well, I’m doing just dandy, here for some candy.” She fought the urge to laugh at herself. It was hard not to poke fun at a chocolatier in every way possible. She looked at him a bit sideways as she pushed her way forward and passed him, expecting him to follow her for a bit.
He shot her a sour look, intending to act stoic and impassive, but when she brushed right past him, he whirled around. “W-w-wait, where are you going? You should really try some of the candy over at the- oh, brilliant,” he muttered, stepping down and taking a few steps hesitantly. “Uh, miss? Miss… White-hair!” he said, for lack of a better idea.
She rolled her eyes playfully even though he couldn’t see her face. She whirled around then, smile edging on looking hysterical even though she felt fine. “What do you prefer I try? Although I don’t really eat anything, now that I think about it. Oh, I know! How about a trip insiiiiideeee?” She started walking quicker then, moving towards the entrance of his factory, pulling open the door and letting herself in, expecting him to be hot on her tail.
Please God, let me be fergalicious.
……..O…..ONE……..
“So bored and yet I haven’t talked to so many people in such a long time. I should fix that.”
“Even though I have no idea where to start.”
Can’t see my hands.
