A Brave New Flower
The ramblings of a gloriously interminable eighteen year old female. This blog may shelter terminological inexactitudes.
I'm a dauntless born seventh year at Torchwood, studying to be a shadowhunter, trying to escape the Enclave. I survived the Reichenbach Fall, a couple Dalek invasions, and the Delirium.
Now excuse me while I go to my mind palace and brace myself, because winter is coming.
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It’s 1:35 in the morning.

Why the hell am I still here. 

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When my parents ask me what I’m reading.

When my parents ask me what I’m reading.

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