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windows to the soul.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I say that's bullshit, and the window to the soul is through the mouth. Yum.

I'm Evan Young, a sophomore at Centerscore Univerisity, majoring in teaching (more specifically English.) I'm nineteen. I like books. A lot.

[not matthew gray gubler, nor pretending to be]
Who do you ship yourself with?
─ Anonymous

I… I don’t know what that means.

ooc//I dunno, broski. Whoever tickles my fancy. 

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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Foals | "Alabaster"

rocksyoursocksmarie:

evanyoung:

No, you cannot, nor can you forget about sidekick fantabulous Marie. 

Partners in crime!

That we are, my friend.

(Source: hayleywparamore)

rocksyoursocksmarie:

evanyoung:

rocksyoursocksmarie:

Oh, and Evan!

I was about to say.

Can’t forget about the fantastic Evan!

No, you cannot, nor can you forget about sidekick fantabulous Marie. 

(Source: hayleywparamore)

rocksyoursocksmarie:

Oh, and Evan!

I was about to say.

(Source: hayleywparamore)

rocksyoursocksmarie:

The only man I need is Captain Crunch.

The rejection! It burns!

(Source: hayleywparamore)

— The Unusuals - Evan & Marie

rocksyoursocksmarie:

She smiled, nodding and taking both into consideration. She liked the idea of the two of them hanging out, but she liked the one of the movie better. The Princess Bride was one of her favorite movies and there was no way she was going to miss that. Plus, she would have some pretty awesome company. She looked at him, making a silly face with a chuckle, “Isn’t going to see a movie considered hanging out? Best of both worlds. Plus, I love The Princess Bride.”

She looked at him with a curious look, turning her head to observe their cars. His wasn’t much better than hers. She laughed, “Yours outdated too? Wanna walk instead?” She figured this way she could spend as much time talking to him as possible, an idea which made her extremely happy.

Evan grinned at her, and nodded. “Yeah, she’s seen better days,” he admitted, glancing fondly at his car. She’d also, however, seen worse. He’d gotten it fixed up, new paint and all that, and for an old car, she ran pretty well. But still, he loved walking, and the film wasn’t even starting for another hour. “Walking sounds great,” he admitted.

Marie really was something. Her personality was bright as her hair, maybe brighter if that was possible, and she was justplain sweet. Also, she seemed much more comfortable around him than most people — she had warmed up to him faster than he’d expected — and very straight-forward. He knew already that there would be no nonsense in their friendship, no needing to guess at what the other was feeling. Hopefully, he told himself that their friendship wouldn’t be complicated; that it would be a relaxed, simple sort of thing.

— If it makes you feel better, Jackson,

dlevay:

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— If it makes you feel better, Jackson,

dlevay:

Yeah? Keep going… you’re getting me off…

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— If it makes you feel better, Jackson,

dlevay:

I like it when you talk dirty to me. 

You have this way of making every conversation just that much awkwarder.

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