I refuse to believe that blond michael fassbender exists
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I refuse to believe that blond michael fassbender exists
is it weird that i don’t really get the flavours of jellybeans? like it literally all tastes the same. like a jellybean. nothing more, nothing less. just jellybean.
escapes for when you feel anxious
exploring a flowery town with cute villagers
drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am
real life that feels dreamlike
cute sunflower field dates
in love with the universe
softest love songs
living inside an 80s tv show
drinking tea on a cozy raining morning
you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film
summer road trip in the west coast
vacation in san francisco
living in an old French film
stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life
late night drives in a 90’s movie
watching a beautiful sunset over the beach with someone you love
feeling dazed and drifting off under dreamlike sunlight
going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california
collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris
falling asleep on the moon
city lights at midnight
half dreaming,half awake in faded 60s sunlight
remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own
being the guardian of a snowy forest who befriends wolves and takes care of baby fawns
being in a vintage fairytale
wandering the avenues of vintage New York City
living in a cinematic landscape and watching over a magnificent scenery
exploring an art museum
eating fruit in a small italian seaside town
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ravenclaws what are you doing I really want that pet spider stop slacking gosh it’s like I have to carry the whole house c’mon work that brain
it’s useless.
the words, they’re
useless.
the actions, they’re
useless.
the trying, it’s
useless.
me, i’m
useless.
it’s all useless.
It’s irritating
How easily you can hide
Your feelings from them
The truck was full,
Filled with people and excited whispers
Of new job opportunities.
Then, the voices were hushed,
In its place a cacophony of screams from the front.
"Odd," they thought, "what could be going on?"
Next came the sound of gunfire,
Piercing through the air like bullets.
Alarm turned into panic,
But there was no way out.
Last of all was the silence,
An emptiness replacing the cheerful symphony.
The sound of loss played at full volume,
Overwhelming everyone.
The air was thick with emotions,
Panic, confusion, then, realisation.
The truck came back the next day,
Empty.
the beauty of the
written word lies within you
simply unlock it
And with a final breath
They blew the building down
The building, which had been
Carefully built by the man,
Bricks laid meticulously
Walls painted in bright colours
Now lay in the dust,
Brought down by them
Everything stopped.
Heads turned,
Wanting to see his reaction.
No one missed the tear
Running down his cheek
But he simply sighed and
Bent down to pick up a brick
With a gentle smile
He said
“It’s ok, lets start over...”
Our shared memories
Are now only reminders
Of what could have been
It’s not supposed to hurt.
It’s supposed to be a dead muscle,
Contracting and relaxing with will.
It’s not supposed to happen,
But I think my heart just broke a little more from what you did
I’m flying away
They’re looking up at me
They want me back
But they can’t stop me
I’m not looking back
Nothing is stopping me
From flying away
If I knocked on the door
Would you knock back?
If I smiled at you
Would you smile back?
If I hugged you
Would you hug back?
If I loved you
Would you love me back?
I think I’ve had a vision
That much is certainly true
But I just can’t tell the difference
Between the dreams and prophecies
So I close my eyes and hope
That the vision would come true
But if it was a dream
I’ll work hard for my dream to come true
I feel like everyone needs a little more love and attention. So here. <3 I’m sending everyone who reads this my love. You’re worth it!
The seed of doubt was planted
Watered with my tears
You think it would end here
But wait a couple of years
And now you have a tree
One that feeds my fears