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@kenisneckdeep
this blog is a museum of my heart
Harry & Hermione + book quotes
it’s almost fall and that means it’s time to change my personality to “obsessed with jess mariano”
he reads i can’t help it
What could’ve been, would’ve been you
I still can’t believe that Rory stole a yacht. Miss valedictorian who studied so much her mother worried, the girl who freaked out over kissing a boy and stealing cornstarch, who said thank you after her first kiss. The one who volunteered in every town event, the one who would do anything to make her mom/grandparents/friends happy. The girl who went to her grandparents for money but insisted on paying it back with interest. The girl who looked at a boy everyone had labeled as ‘trouble’ and decided to give him a chance and told him that he could do whatever he wanted, that he was gifted. The girl who encouraged her boyfriend that he was smart, that he could go to college if he wanted to, that he could do what he put his mind to. How did she become the type of girl to steal property when angry? The one to date a rich, elitist jerk who mistreats her friends in front of her just because they’re poor? What happened?
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Here’s some happy cows 💗
For @gingerteaonthetardis
I have a mission. No, it’s more than a mission. It’s my dying wish. Keep Peeta alive.
Finnick and Peeta in THE HUNGER GAMES: MOCKINGJAY PART 2
I think the fast paced society we live in currently has brainwashed me into thinking i can upgrade myself and my life just as fast as when i restart my computer or phone. I have forgotten the natural cycles of life… how the moon takes her time to be full or how the crops take their time to grow their fruits.
Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.
I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said "look! It's snowing!" so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn't the first snow and it won't be the last but wasn't it lovely like that?
How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.
This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you've been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn't it beautiful - I promise, you've been helping.
I genuinely don’t understand when people say they can’t make up stories in their head. Like what… what do you mean ? Your life isn’t consumed by daydreams ? You don’t think of fictional scenarios whenever you’re bored or about to fall asleep ? Like what are you actually saying
i am entering the most abundant & aligned chapter of my life.