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Reblogged from gone-star
I love how everyone else is ever so slightly surprised, or else mildly peeved.
And then there’s Quinn.
Who is just like, “I will climb through your bedroom window at night, and watch you sleep…
…and wait…
…wait, until the morning sun starts to sprinkle through your curtains and your dopey eye-lids start to flutter open…
and the last sight you see will be me…and my axe.
you know what? i’d be totally ok with that….





