Pretty girls and good friends in a place of limited time is enough to make me die.
I’m inventing a new condition called Tumble Vision.
It’s where your whole personality gets taken over, and replaced, with the general attitudes and viewpoints of various tumblr demographics.
Now the dreadful winter was come upon them. In the forests, all summer long, the branches of the trees do battle for the light, and some of them lose and die; then come the raging blasts, and the storms of snow and hail, and strew the ground with these weaker branches. Just so it was in Packingtown; the whole district braced itself for the struggle that was an agony, and those who’s time was come died off in hordes. All year long they had served as cogs in the great packing-machine; and now was the time for renovating it, and the replacing of the damaged parts.