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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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$LAYYYTER
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What if it bites me and it dies?
that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.
What if it bites itself and I die?
It’s voodoo.
What if it bites me and someone else dies?
That’s correlation, not causation.
what if we bite each other and neither of us die
that’s kinky
oh my god
this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever
my friends have completely given up on me (also, grammar check, please!!) 😂
P.S. my ipod’s name is patronus. because, you know, music keeps the bad thoughts and depressing feelings at bay. 😂
Byroooon! I didn't see this immediately! :P I haven't really doodled much on my planner because I was too busy (and tired, which pretty much sucked out all creativity I had-- which wasn't much to begin with hahaha!) but there are some texts, yes! Sige, one of these days, I'll post a few pages. Hihi!
Also, PLEASE POST MORE DOODLES, DOODLE MASTER. :P
ALL THE FUCKING FEELS.
Just had to make these…
How corgis are born
too much cuteness right here.
CORGIIIIIISSS UGH DEAD.
“I ran away when I was about sixteen. I’d had enough…I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal…my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them…They thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having pure-bloods in charge.”
NEVERMIND. I’LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU.
I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR YOU TOO.
DON’T FORGET ME, I BEGGED.
BUT I REMEMBER YOU SAID:
SOMETIMES IT LASTS IN LOVE BUT SOMETIMES IT HURTS INSTEAD.
SOMETIMES IT LASTS IN LOVE.
BUT SOMETIMES IT HURSTS INSTEAD.
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At age 30, I think about mortality a lot. I hear you laugh and scoff. True, I’m not old, or ill, and I may even have 60 years left if I’m lucky. But when it comes to the prospect of dying a natural death, I’m definitely not at the very end of the queue anymore.
We regard the young outliving the...
This is why Ala is still one of my favorite bloggers/ writers of all time. x
popcorn rain cloud #popcorn #rain #popcornraincloud
See, Rowling largely operates Harry’s generation in a clear system of parallels to the previous generation, Marauders and all. Harry is his father—Quidditch star, a little pig-headed sometimes, an excellent leader. Ron is Sirius Black—snarky and fun, loyal to a fault, mired in self-doubts. Hermione is Remus Lupin—book smart and meticulous, always level-headed, unfailingly perceptive. Ginny is Lily Evans—a firecracker, clever and kind, unwilling to take excuses. Draco Malfoy is Severus Snape—a natural foil to Harry, pretentious, possessed of the frailest ego and also deeper sense of right and wrong when it counts. And guess what? Neville Longbottom is Peter Pettigrew. … Neville is a perfect example of how one single ingredient in the recipe can either ruin your casserole (or stew, or treacle tart, whatever you like), or utterly perfect your whole dish. Neville is the tide-turner, the shiny hinge. And all because he happens to be in the same position as Wormtail… but makes all the hard choices that Pettigrew refused the first time around. Other characters are in similar positions, but none of them go so far as Neville. None of them prove that the shaping of destiny is all on the individual the way he does.
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After a long hiatus in blogging, I decided to start chronicling the hits and misses of life again and everything in between. Plus, I feel like I tweet waaaayy too much than any 25 year old does lately and I'm starting to annoy myself. :P
So yep, this has been a shameless plug. x
At what age do you think it is okay tonread YA books?
I’d say from around 10 or 12ish until you’re dead.
You know what I don't get? Fitz has been cheating with Olivia since forever and then he goes ballistic when he learns that Mellie sleeps with Andrew. Sure, Mellie denied him sex after Fitz's father raped her and sure, Fitz doesn't know that but still, to blame it all on Mellie, pretend like it's all her fault, and attempt to get rid of Andrew is bull. Because god-forbid, Mellie didn't feel the same betrayal, sadness, and isolation when she learned about Fitz and Olivia's affair again and again and again.
Gahd. These characters just become more and more annoying as the seasons continue on. Even Mellie, who I rooted for since the beginning (because in my book, cheating is never okay- whatever the situation you're in may be), is starting to annoy me... but not as much as Olivia Pope and Fitz Grant does.
La la la la! Okay, on to the next series to catch up on.
Harry Potter Tribute Exhibition [x]
I want all of it!
His Best Man was missing.
It was the day before the wedding. Everything seemed perfect from his tux to the rings down to the tea they will be serving after the ceremony. Everything except for one: there was no Best Man. Excusing himself from dinner, George climbed up and entered what was once Fred and George’s room, now occupied by him, Angie and little Fred. Memories of yesteryear came creeping in— those summers where they’d constantly blow up their room until Mum couldn’t take it anymore and told them that she’d send both of them to Aunt Muriel for the remaining weeks if they didn’t stop; Christmases where they’d spend endless hours looking for everyone’s presents and opening them up and then try to wrap it back again but fail so they try to put the blame on Ron instead; birthdays where they’d try to guess what flavor Mum used for their cake this year; and just regular days where they’d charm their ceiling into different sceneries and lie on their bed, watch, and take in the beauty of it all while promising each other that they’d one day go on a holiday, just the two of them, and explore these wonderful places.
"What are you doing, just standing there?" Ron’s voice pulls him out of his reverie. George turns towards his brother and gives him a half-hearted smile,
"Just remembering…"
"He would’ve given a bloody brilliant speech…"
"Too bad I’ll never get to hear it."
Not knowing what else to say or do, Ron gives George a light pat on the back and starts walking out of his brother’s room. A sudden crackling sound resonates throughout the Burrow and as Ron looked back, George was gone.
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