Other People Vs. Me
whereeissthelovee: rawrragnes: phuongynguyen: marry-me-kendall: snowpikachu: Dancing sexy: Other People Me Looking Cute: Other People Me Dancing with friends: Other people Me Love life: Other people Me Being sassy: Other people Me Being sad: Other people Me Being mad: Other people Me Being happy: Other People Me The thing is…… ...
If you don't reblog this, then you hate Harry...
I’m obligated as a resident of Earth FOREVER REBLOG well, can’t have people think I hate Harry Potter now can I? I’m sorry, but my existence obligates me to reblog this. :/ FOREVER REBLOG Who wouldn’t reblog this?
Death’s a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge...– Neil Gaiman (via 99mirrors)
potterponder: Hey Im doing a wand giveaway. What you can win are the three wands shown above, which is Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s wand. Here are the rules, 1. Must be following me. www.potterponder.tumblr.com 2. Reblog as many times as you want. Likes count. Giveaway will end October 1st, due to Pottermore. I will be using random.org. Good Luck (:
I didn’t understand the theory. By the way… waiting for the phone to clank is always the same. I’m wearing my nerve-endings outside yet… even though a day didn’t pass by since the last one, but every part of meis turned on. My cells are starving for his voice, for his laughter. To tell the truth I’ve turned into a psycho-idiot, who would break one’s head...
HARRY POTTER CONTEST
believeinsnape: This is a contest for everyone who didnt win the last one. There will be two winners The first will to chose which one of the items they want (Tom riddle diary, or the Marauders Map) Rules- 1. Must be following www.believeinsnape.tumblr.com 2. Can only reblog twice a day, you can also like it. 3. The contest will end on October 1st. goodluck (:
Reblog this if you AREN'T homophobic.
lunagranger: Just want to see how many of my followers actually reblog this. Reblogging this…..
Muzicons.com Some days are cool and others are really bad. Actually there are more bad ones but yesterday was awesome. For real, these guys are… I can’t even find words to explain. All in all, this was my best summer holiday in my life. =]
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...– Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
I know it’s strange and horrile but I want my eating disorder back. Everything was easier when I had it. I really mean it.
You have to believe it and you hate it. I don’t have to and I think...– Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.– Ayn Rand (via selfinspiration)
By the way I made a resolution… that Iam going to be fucking happy anyways. Fuck you.
HARRY POTTER GIVEAWAY
believeinsnape: Since I love my followers so much I decided to do another Harry Potter Sweepstakes :). What you can win are 2 things, 1 Harry potter box included in the picture above, and 1 wand of your choice (does not have to be in the picture). Here are the instructions…. 1. Must be following www.believeinsnape.tumblr.com 2. Can reblog as many times as you want. Yep thats it basically...
If you have ever taken a razor to your wrist,...
I think… I dissolved in the time like a miserable caterpillar in the acid rain… The only thing that I don’t know is that… where the hell are the days gone… ?!
Reblog if you're following at least one...
rubyanjel: It’s impossible if you aren’t.
jadekiku: accioyoshi: itsklainetastic: just-a-skinny-boy: jazzycatwinner: just-beyond-the-stars: just-a-skinny-boy: Harry Potter as a teen comedy… BEST. THING. EVER. Everyone should reblog this. Instant reblog for sure. Sweeeet lord almighty reblogging for my late night followers OH MY GOD. SCREAMING i just love this so much.
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to...– Charles Bukowski (via idareyoutomove-)
The time for sleep is now. It’s nothing to cry about, because we’ll hold each...– Death Cab For Cutie (via w0lf)
They moved off… your monsters from under my bed. You left me alone with my thoughts… to stream on my neck the lonelyness, for what you did to me in that holy minute when you throw a last goodbye out of your fake smile… I can niether send off nor keep you for myself and I’ve never been able to do.
you don’t understand my words and I don’t speak shithead language .
I’m going to England for 2 weeks. I’m sure it will be amazing.
this makes me sick.
Died. The word itself is only a word. Cruel word. A fact. And now? What will happen? For me nobody said how to process… a fact. I hid it into the blocked section… whithersoever there’s only an inward, no backward. Like it didn’t happen… like it does not exist… niether the word nor the fact, conscience, and the feelings what this creates. I’m not in the...
Gaping space and talker solitude somewhere on the abandoned gang-board… After the yelling you ran for here, bounteous rush… This all didn’t ought to be, anyway something totally different hurts, didn’t ought to, he didn’t ought to yell at me… He’s angry… for days and now something had broke away, shaking, and I don’t know yet… long ago...
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack, When I leave for the...– Ernest Hemingway, in a letter dated June 1956
Dreamwhite…and sometimes dewy sparkling…just because you can’t see it, that’s there. Still there. Just like the red poppies next to the dike, just like the sunflowers on that stuffy summer day… Didn’t I tell about them? Maybe…maybe I didn’t…why should I tell you if I know that you won’t believe me? Just because you can’t see...