when i was rage-napping i had a dream that noel had an evil twin who was on the -a team  &  the real noel kahn  (  the one i claim as my son  )  just wanted to fuck around on his yacht  &  secretly collected comic books.









ingenuitys replied to your post “i may have not slit your face open last time but next time u come near…”

icb spencer & hanna both get violent levels of kinky with noel

pretty little liars? more like noel’s angels!





Q
i may have not slit your face open last time but next time u come near me i promise u i will xoxo - spencer - breedsmisery

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    ❛   don’t threaten me with a good time.  





permanentanxiety:
““ ——– “  there’s a dead girl inside me. i can feel her rattling around, her lungs choked with loss, heart pounding like wardrums. she had a laugh like summer rain until the world tore it away. ( little girls who wish on stars don’t...
permanentanxiety:
““ ——– “  there’s a dead girl inside me. i can feel her rattling around, her lungs choked with loss, heart pounding like wardrums. she had a laugh like summer rain until the world tore it away. ( little girls who wish on stars don’t...
permanentanxiety:
““ ——– “  there’s a dead girl inside me. i can feel her rattling around, her lungs choked with loss, heart pounding like wardrums. she had a laugh like summer rain until the world tore it away. ( little girls who wish on stars don’t...

permanentanxiety:

     ——–     there’s a dead girl inside me. i can feel her rattling around, her lungs choked with loss, heart pounding like wardrums. she had a laugh like summer rain until the world tore it away. ( little girls who wish on stars don’t last long on the ground. ) there’s a dead girl inside me. and i’m the one who killed her.  “    ( written by tori!  ) 









“Noel Kahn was okay, if you liked rich boys who had no inner censor and were obsessed with jokes about testicles, third nipples, and animals having sex.”

“Noel brought his cocktail, a reddish drink that looked a lot like Red Bull and vodka, to his lips. Liquid dribbled down his shirt and pooled on the seat of the chair. A few Quaker school girls sitting on paisley-upholstered footstools nudged one another, giggling. How could they think Noel was hot? If this were really Versailles, Noel wouldn’t be the Louis XIV. He’d be the French version of the village idiot.”