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Potterhead and a complete nerd...Currently following multi fandoms...My passion: Reading!

[pogphotoarchives]

Laboratory of Anthropology on Camino Lejo, Santa Fe, New Mexico

Date: 1939

Negative Number: 095327

[quotemadness]

“I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.”

— Wally Lamb

[dxactivatxdusxr]

I heard you like bad girls. Well I’m bad

At everything

[kushonthecoast]

*winks at you with both eyes*

[piercethebeau]

teacher: i want you guys to get into groups me:

[desinteresse]

Its so strange to spend all your teenage years thinking you’re the ugliest creature in the world. An absolute swamp goblin, if you will.

But then you stumble upon old teen photos when you’re 20 only to realise that you were never ugly? You just looked like a child. Your vision of yourself was just being manipulated by hormones, insecurity and unrealistic beauty standards.

So yeah if you’re a teenager right now and you think you’re the ugliest motherfucker in the universe you’re wrong. Wait it out for a few more years, this WILL be just a phase in your life and you will overcome it, you can do this.

[endersarchive]

Due to personal reasons I will now go and become the very best like no one ever was

[autumnsdarling]

You

You used to wrap yourself up in fairytales like a blanket. But it was the cold you loved. Sharp shivers as you uncovered The corpses of Bluebeard’s wives. Sweeter goosebumps as Prince Charming slid one glass slipper over your little toes. Perfect fit.

But by the school yard real princesses floated by you on fall winds. You saw the gulf between you and the rich girls and vowed to stop believing in fairytales. But the stories were in you, deep as poison.

If Prince Charming was real. If he could save you,You needed to be saved from the unfairness of everything. When would he come?

…

You learned you didn’t have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince. You surrounded yourself with the girls you always resented. Hoping to share their power. And you hated yourself. And that diminished you even more. And then, right when you thought you might disappear… he saw you.

And you knew somewhere deep it was too good to be true. But you let yourself be swept, because he was the first strong enough to lift you. Now in his castle you understand, Prince Charming and Bluebeard are the same man. And you don’t get a happy ending unless you love both of him.

Didn’t you want this? To be loved? Didn’t you want him to crown you? Didn’t you ask for it? Didn’t you ask for it? Didn’t you ask for it?

So say you live like this. Say you love him. Say thank you. Say anything but the truth, “what if you can’t love him back?”

[quotemadness]

“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”

— Cassandra Clare

[quotemadness]

“You, he said, are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

— Emilie Autumn

[quotemadness]

“I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.”

— Diana Gabaldon

[extramadness]

“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.”

— Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

[superstino-deactivated20210301]

Why’s it called a mosquito bite if mosquitoes don’t have teeth?

[deluxeloy]

Why is it not called a chainsaw bite when they do have teeth?

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

every now and then i come across a post that changes the way i experience life, not necessarily for the better

[ironinkpen]

forget slow burn romance, give me slow burn found family. give me enemies to friends to siblings. tired, weary old mentors learning to live again for their plucky young apprentices. heroes sharing apartments after world saving adventures because they’re so used to living with each other. dramatic “oh shit” moments where someone gets kidnapped and the other realizes “god, that’s my kid.” i want to sit and watch in agony for thirty chapters while two idiots slowly adopt each other, someone get on it

[diangelosnico]

Jace Herondale for @genyalina​

I don’t know who I am. I look at myself in the mirror and I see Stephen Herondale, but I act like a Lightwood and talk like my father—like Valentine. So I see who I am in your eyes, and I try to be that person, because you have faith in that person and I think faith might be enough to make me what you want.

[extramadness]

“He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.”

— Sherman Alexie (via quotemadness)

[randomisthefandom]

a list of my favorite funny shadowhunter chronicles quotes:

it’s the mortal cup jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.

“how was the seelie queen?” “same as usual.” “raging bitch, then?” “pretty much”

“what’s this?” “it’s a girl alec. your sister isabelle is one.”

the clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple.

i was going to watch project runway. it’s on next

never trust a duck.

meanwhile, i wanted to tell you that lately i’ve been cross-dressing. also, i’m sleeping with your mom. i thought you should know.

speaking of hope, did you see that shot alec got off with his bow? that’s my boyfriend.

i think she asked if she could touch my mango.

i was alive when the dead sea was just a lake that was feeling rather poorly.

usually i’m remarkably good natured. try me on a day that doesn’t end in y.

a warlock who looks like a gay sonic the hedge hog and dresses like the child catcher from chitty chitty bang bang.

i’m pure at heart. it repels the dirt.

not necessarily. i turn myself down occasionally just to keep it interesting.

no, i’m a very naughty boy. i do all sorts of bad things. i kick kittens. i make rude gestures at nuns.

it isn’t against the law to be an idiot.

first candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hoards- all in one day.

demon pox, oh demon pox. just how is it acquired? one must go down to the bad part of town until one is very tired. demon pox, oh demon pox, i had it all along—not the pox, you foolish blocks, i mean this very song— for i was right, and you were wrong!

“‘will. do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?” “that. the second one.”

i am a man and men do not consume pink beverages.

the meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited like me.

when i first arrived in london, i so quickly tired of being surrounded by so many people that it was only with great difficulty that i refrained from seizing the next unfortunate who crossed my path and committing violent acts upon their person.

i’ve heard the word ‘fear’, i simply choose to believe it doesn’t apply to me.

“i’m trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. you must be terribly dull-witted. if it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. nicely furnished, fairly clean…” “sounds as if you’ve visited your fair share of brothels. making a study of them?” “more of a hobby.’”

“jesus!” “actually, it’s just me, although i’ve been told the resemblance is startling.”

nice, bah. he’s gorgeous. you should leave him here. i could hang hats on him and things.

that’s why when major bad asses greet each other in movies, they don’t say anything, they just nod. the nod means ‘I am a badass and I recognize that you, too, are a badass’, but they don’t say anything because they’re wolverine and magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.

i’m a werewolf not a golden retriever.

i thought i’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for awhile. it relaxes me.

did you ever think that in a past life alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? because i do.

“have you got a spider anywhere?” “why would i have a spider? do i look like someone who would collect them?” “no offense, but you kind of do.”

unfortunately, we are all out of bitter revenge at the moment. so it’s either tea or nothing.

just kissing? how quickly you dismiss our love.

you had to make a crazy jail friend didn’t you? you couldn’t just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?

just coffee. black like my soul.

i don’t want to grow up, i want to be an angst ridden teenager who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.

“when will says ‘enterprising’, he means ‘morally deficient.” “no, I mean enterprising. when i mean morally deficient, i say, ‘now that’s something i would have done.’”

never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body. that just leads to unhappiness and surprises ambushes.

“i promise to charm the dickens out of him. i shall charm him with such force that when i am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.” “the man’s eighty-nine. he may well have the problem anyway.”

“that’s not the spirit of the law, emma. remember? ‘the law is hard, but it is the law’” “i thought it was ‘the law is annoying, but it is also flexible.’”

“a little girl robbed you?” “actually she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name of six-fingered nigel.”

[pyropian]

I think… one of the interesting things about online messaging and texting is that sometimes, writing out your feelings to someone is actually so much easier than speaking them. Like, I cannot easily express myself through verbal words. I stutter, I panic, I say “nevermind” because I can’t bring myself to admit the words out loud. But with online messaging, I can blabber on the keyboard like a stream of consciousness, and I can express myself to my friends in a way that’s sometimes very hard for me to do irl

Which is why I’m so defensive about this whole belief that face to face communication is more real than online interactions. In a way, yeah, it is, because it’s more literally “real,” and im not at all gonna deny the value in irl relationships. But online communication has genuinely allowed me, a socially anxious person with a fear of opening up, to develop meaningful relationships with people, and you don’t understand how grateful I am for that