Edlee

Thanks for the follow and for reading!
          
          I liked your book too by the way c:

I love Merlin. Everyone's speaking in riddles and medieval crap, and then Merlin's just done with it. 
          
          Everyone: "If you don't do this something terrible will happen!"
          
          Merlin: "But that's a terrible thing to do? What will happen if I don't do it?"
          
          Everyone: "That's entirely up to you!"
          
          Merlin: http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/victorious/images/3/32/Merlin_wtf.gif/revision/latest?cb=20121203033803
          
          

Goddamnit Lancelot. Why are you such a good person?!?!

Apologies for not posting at all the past two weeks! I've been in no se rice areas but I am getting back on track! Stay tuned. 

I write sins, not tragedies. 
          :) 

Tomorrow I'll be posting another chapter of -Skipping The Bad Parts- as said in bio. You won't wanna miss it! And if you haven't read it yet I strongly suggest it. Please give it a vote, I'd really appreciate it. 

So, about The Mortal Instruments series. I feel really stupid because I didn't realize this until now and that I hadn't seen anything about it until now, but this: 
          
          Hotel De Mort 
          
          De Mort = French
          
          English Translation = Of Death
          
          The Vampire lair is literally called Hotel Of Death. 
          
          
          I fell like I'm the only person on the planet (or shadow world) who didn't know this. 

Today I was working outside selling tickets for our health centre. When I told my friends they all started picking on me for 'working on the corner' and asking 'how much?' 
          
          At first I was really hurt, then something hit me. So I stood up, and shouted: 
          
          "WHY THE FUCK AM I BEING PICKED ON FOR BEING A GOOD PERSON?!?" 
          
          And I walked out of the room. 

What really would have happened in Tangled: 
          
          Rapunzel was sick of her long hair, it was heavy, it was to long. So she grabbed her scissors from her craft table and began to cut the pieces. 
          
          The end. 

If mental hospitals had walking trails they could call them psycho paths.