Look, like, with that face (even sans Billy Nutter mohawk), I can’t blame Aria in the slightest, but ugh, I hope someone breaks “Antonio” over this pretentious twit’s head.
He’s a 10 on the Chad Michael Murray scale of Combined Attractiveness and Douchebaggery.
From the best street style blog: Cape Town’s cinder and skylark
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Danger. That was Alison. Alison was different. She’d walk into a room and the room would take note and if heads didn’t turn, they were bound to roll.
She was heaven in hell. A chilling inferno. Deliciously wicked, when standing with saints. Hopelessly innocent yet laughing with sin. The capability to touch you as softly as only a child could, shaded by the power to drive you to fury filled by the wrath of a vengeful old man. No shock that she’s lost… not a wonder she’s gone, less that she’s talked about long after her day. She’d make you laugh but rather you cry. And believe me, you would. But only in time… and always on hers. As loveable they come and as cruel as the world’s ever known.
Perhaps Aria knows best. She was the first to reveal herself to me. Or perhaps I was the one to reveal myself to her. The setting ironic as the meeting itself, but there she sat, in the same stool as her friend, a year after her disappearance. She hadn’t a clue, as she sat there unmoved, pretending to be someone else… beyond her years. Something I couldn’t help but think she’d learned from Alison.
Random House is really scraping the bottom of the barrel.
Like for real - making Ezra A was the best thing this show ever did. In the words of Emily, PLL has “no guts”!
Props to Blue Willow bookstore in Houston for this display.
Literally got this all the time when I worked in a bookstore.
"You know Spencer…"
WHAT DO THE BEANS MEAN???