Maia’s leather jacket appreciation post
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Maia’s leather jacket appreciation post
posting this again bc 😍👌
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living vicariously through fictional worlds and characters so i can forget that i am a living individual
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Is your sign more a writer or a reader?
READER: LEO, VIRGO, SAGITTARIUS, AQUARIUS, CANCER, ARIES
WRITER: LIBRA, CAPRICORN, SCORPIO, TAURUS, PISCES, GEMINI
Love is terrifying. It’s like music, I think. You find a song that becomes your favorite, and then you listen to it on repeat until you eventually get bored of it. Your music is on shuffle, and every time that one song rolls around you always skip it. But you can never bare to delete it. Is that what it’s like when love dies?
Just A Song To Skip… (via mypenleaksiridescence)
But you, you’re special to me. When I’m with you I feel something is just right. I believe in you. I like you. I don’t want to let you go.
Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - Chapter Twenty-One: Hermione’s Secret
“What we need,” said Dumbledore slowly, and his light blue eyes moved from Harry to Hermione, “is more time.” “But —” Hermione began. And then her eyes became very round. “OH!” “Now, pay attention,” said Dumbledore, speaking very low, and very clearly. “Sirius is locked in Professor Flitwick’s office on the seventh floor. Thirteenth window from the right of the West Tower. If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one innocent life tonight. But remember this, both of you: you must not be seen. Miss Granger, you know the law — you know what is at stake… . You — must — not — be — seen.”
You are the ocean, and he is the shore, coming so close to one another every so often, sweet touches and soft kisses before you’re ripped apart once again, having to deal with the space between you. You are the moon, and he is the sun, and he dazzles the world with his brightness. you want to cradle him in your arms call him your own kiss him like the only remaining oxygen in existence resides behind his soft lips. but the sun and the moon are opposites, and though they say opposites attract it seems as though the entire universe is against you. You are the moth and he is the flame and you were so sure that nothing could put distance between you. you are drawn to him in all his heavenly splendour, but every time you get close, you are burnt. love is not supposed to burn but you do not care for if it means getting even a glimpse of him you’d set yourself on fire and smile through the pain.
- ( love is complicated, but for him you would stand through anything.) C.R
Happiness would come, Harry thought, but at the moment it was muffled by exhaustion, and the pain of losing Fred and Lupin and Tonks pierced him like a physical wound every few steps. Most of all he felt the most stupendous relief, and a longing to sleep. But first he owed an explanation to Ron and Hermione, who had stuck with him for so long, and who deserved the truth. Painstakingly he recounted what he had seen in the Pensieve and what had happened in the forest, and they had not even begun to express all their shock and amazement when at last they arrived at the place to which they had been walking, though none of them had mentioned their destination.
Lydia + “Teen Idle” by Marina & The Diamonds requested by anon
Capricorn Sun & Libra Moon Confession
I’m either a stone cold bitch or all of my emotions run together and come out as a weird hyperactive explosion but that will only happen when I’m with close friends. I find it extremely hard to have compassion for other people because I have to make a judgement whether I should get invested in their emotions or not as time is money. I really hate talking about my own feelings because it shows vulnerability and I don’t want to push my problems on other people.
I am sorry for hoping— for expecting that you will come back to me, even if I tried to push you away. I am sorry for assuming that when it’s my turn to walk away, you’ll go after me and save what we’ve had. I am sorry for I got tired of chasing you. Yet I was never sorry for this feeling I have for you.
ma.c.a // I thought you’ll do the same (via vomitingwords)