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~ The truth is that I never ever want to hurt you, baby; but it’d be nice to know that I could. Be strong enough to pull you under, throw you back a little thunder. Even though I never would. I wish I could break your heart.

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Wedding Dress by Berta Bridal Spring 2016 Collection

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I'm unfathomably sick. Stuck in bed. Wishing you were here to wrap your body around mine and tell me that I'm going to be okay. Just for me to tell you that you're making me sweat. So I can roll over and wrap myself around you and hopefully not get you sick. 💔

thegirlwhocrieswolf

New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang

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I literally haven’t cried over you in months. Today, I woke up and I just knew I’d spend my day an emotional wreck. In two days, it’s going to be what should have been our 4th anniversary. The more I think about it, the more I analyze it. With the Holidays coming up, part of me misses you. Part of me misses who I was when we were together. But part of me is trying to tell myself I deserve better. - I deserved a fucking Christmas gift. I don’t care if it was hand made. I don’t care if you gave me the jacket I always stole from your closet. I don’t care if you gave me the pillow I always stole from under your head when you were sleeping. I don’t care if you gave me a bottle of half used cologne that I used to adore smelling when you wrapped your arms around me. I don’t care how little you think that would have meant to me. Because, I’m not materialistic. I wanted you to think of me. - I deserved a fucking Christmas card. I don’t care if you sketched it on a napkin. I don’t care if you sent me an e-card. I don’t care how small the effort was. An effort, none the less, I deserved that. - I deserved a fucking anniversary gift or at least a fucking card. Fuck you, for this one. Fuck you and every year I spent my time, and my money, and my heart pouring myself into an anniversary gift. I spent my time, my money, my heart, creating memories that you’d never reciprocate. I should have known the first time you told me you had nothing to put in a card. Or the first time that you “couldn’t figure out” what to get me for Christmas, I should have fucking known it was because deep down you didn’t give a flying fuck about me. I’m dreading Sunday. I’m dreading Christmas.

How could you make something that used to make me so happy, make me so heartbroken?

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romyyao

One night I couldn’t find sleep I realised hogwarts bathrooms were never described (and I was craving onsens because since I discovered them I’m obsessed) and I was thinking onsens would super fit hufflepuffs ! Then I tried to imagine the other houses’ bathrooms … So here it is ! It was a great exercise for me as I never design backgrounds ! (uh tumblr presentation is shitty ;_;)

thesongthesoulsings

Look at this Slytherin Bathroom! *falling in love*

sprout2012

This is brilliant, all that time and effort gone into this. I love the Slytherin bathroom the most.

fandomsgonecrazy

See this is one of the reasonds I love slytherin. We have the best bathrooms. AND I LOVE HOW MUCH THOUGHT YOU PUT INTO EACH ONE!! The Ravenclaw one especially.

parseltonquinq

This is so detailed and creative and brilliant! I love it 😍

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@onegiantcliche @homeis

Yesterday, I thought I’d be able to handle it. When I woke up and didn’t get to turn and kiss him good morning, my heart shattered and I realized this is the first of the holidays I’d be facing alone. I was extremely emotional all day. I didn’t even know how to function. I didn’t know how to manage one holiday meal instead of two. I didn’t know how to function with no Black Friday shopping partner. I didn’t know how to function without decorating with him this year. I didn’t know how to function without sitting at the end of the driveway in a blanket with vegan hot chocolate like every year. I didn’t know how to function without his eye roll and him telling me “It’s too early for Christmas music” when I played it in the shower at the end of the night. But, I survived.