Five feet. Four feet. Three. Two.
Thomas knew he had no choice. He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze.

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subtle:

how do people even put up with me like i cant even put up with me

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basicallyeuan:

you’ll always find a place for punk rock at Hogwarts, Mr Potter

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stains:

this is my sisters contacts

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wwincest:

wwincest:

theres a guy cleaning my window and wow this is awkward do i smile at him or something or do i just pretend he isnt there ????

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what has this website done to us 

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