to write mudblood on her arms

Mae Anne. 18. puns enthusiast. [sometimes I'm here; sometimes I'm dead, like Sherlock]

[recentgooglesearches]

is god testing me

[rohie-deactivated20191102]

i love boys but only as a concept 

[manaphy]

[samwwise]

[wnq-writers]

I am a phoenix, watch me fall watch me burn watch me rise.

mywritingstory (via wnq-writers)

[halseycon]

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THEY WROTE A SONG! TOGETHER!!! THEY WROTE A SONG TOGETHER MOCKING THE PR RELATIONSHIPS THAT HAVE PLAGUED THEM SINCE DAY ONE! THEY WORKED TOGETHER TO PUT ALL OF HARRY’S DRY HUMOR AND LOUIS’ DEVASTATING SHADE INTO ONE SINGLE 3:50 SONG AND YOU JUST KNOW THAT HARRY INSISTED THAT LOUIS BE THE ONE TO OPEN THE SONG 

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give me hq video of louis staring down taylor while singing this at an award show please

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THUS SING IS LITERALLY A FUCKING JOKE OH MY GOD IT SOUNDS SXACTLY LIKE "STYLE" JFC HARRY TOOL IT SO FAR HOLY FUCK TATTOO THUS SOMG ON MY FUCKINGFOREHAD IM MAKING A MASHUP HOLY SHIT IM SO ALIVW

perfect is harry’s twitlonger 

[sunharry]

“IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE YOUR BREAK UP SONGS ABOUT THEN BABY IM PERFECT”

[writemudblood-blog]

1D: if you like going places we can't even pronounce

Me: we-wellin- damn I never realized how hard that was to pronounce

[fairlyoddlarents]

I CANT FUCKING BREATHE

[rightontheborder-deactivated201]

OHOHOYHMHM GOOODDO

[writemudblood-blog]

I hate the nights. In the mornings, I can fill my head with things to do and projects to worry about. I can busy myself with routines and school and work. But the night is when you haunt me most. 

Do you ever close your eyes and see all the good bits?  Do you fall to the bathroom floor, looking at yourself in the mirror and begging yourself to stop? Do you fill every stretch of land with prose you will never write down?

That was our thing. When we first walked along the dyke, you wrote “hello” on a rock and I drew a penis. Romantic, I know. You took my marker halfway across the globe to write a message on a wall I will never see. We mark places not by our initials wrapped around hearts like we were some old-fashioned couple. We wrote hi’s and hello’s which were simply for each other. 

I keep replaying your stoic silence, the way you seemed to have accepted the end. You’ve made peace with the fact that it wasn’t going to work out. While I sat there begging you with my eyes, with my tears, with my goodbyes--please please ask me to stay. Please let me believe in you when you said that you would never give up on me because of all the things people told me-- i love you’s and you were right’s included, that was my favourite. 

Tell me how I’m supposed to start over, to believe that there is someone out there for me who will genuinely and truly never give up on me. We started out so well. My best friend told me I was head over heels, smiling like a lunatic on her phone, always so alert, so ready, so hungry for your affection. There was a point when we were sitting down by the Fisherman’s Needle, talking about our futures, when these kids came up to us and asked us to take their picture. And for some reason, I thought, this wouldn’t be so bad. Sharing a future with you wouldn’t be so bad. 

I still couldn’t listen to Amnesia without thinking to myself all the times you let me fall asleep against you, only to wake up with the the quick rise and fall of your chest because you were giggling over something I said while I was asleep. 

I still couldn’t watch Filipino shows without thinking this is where it started, when you asked me what other shows I watched besides those and after typing an essay length response, you accidentally swiped too soon on Snapchat so we decided Facebook instead.

I still don’t know how to make it better.

[wordsnquotes]

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you’ve been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun (via wordsnquotes)

[andthenyourealizethat]

if you order protons AND electrons we’ll send you neutrons free of charge

[cannedviennasnausage]

how dare you make me laugh at a stupid science joke slash pun

[andromeda40002019]

[writemudblood-blog]

When I was a kid, I used to believe that my emotions controlled the weather. I would be happy and it would be sunny and pleasant, with the right amount of clouds and breeze. I would be sad, and the rain would go on for days. Strong winds and typhoon signals will accompany my wails, my tantrums. 

But it was beautiful last night, when you let me go. There was only the slightest, softest breeze in a still, still night. The skies even looked like the sweetest candies melting over my head. The world around me was calm, calm, calm. The storm was inside me. I could feel it all around my lungs. There was the thunder in my head, the downpour on my cheeks, the flood of anger and regret everywhere. The only thing collapsing from underneath are my legs for I could not cry along the sidewalk without doubling over. 

I never controlled the weather. I was my own natural disaster.