kissmeslowly

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theartofanimation:

Florian Nicolle

I like being alone.

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with his or her best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

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Sharing Poetry: Billy Collins, "On Turning Ten"

sharingpoetry:

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I’m coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light—
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking…

thewesterlands:

#except you’d have to make this out of a book nobody would ever bother to open #’what’s that’ ‘oh it’s just my book of an extended analysis of nicholas sparks’ full bibliography’ ‘oh okay’

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oldmccrowleyhadafarmeeieeio:

sisstridersdick:

ravenouscomplex:

the-fever-prince:

metasepia:

kinomatika:

LITERALLY SCREAMING

me too

THERE ARE TEARS. RUNNING DOWN MY FACE. HEY GUYS FAIR WARNING, DON’T DRINK ORANGE JUICE WHILE WATCHING THIS VIDEO UNLESS YOU’RE OKAY WITH CLEANING SALIVA AND LIQUID FRUIT OFF OF YOUR COMPUTER MONITOR.

im crying

My face hurts

I FUCKING HATE THAT GAME

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Ghost Nebula

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goldenstardust:

cracks-in-the-ceiling:

ucsdquidditch:

andercrissfinch:

entering-my-mind-palace:

maraudersmockingjay:

idfollowthespiders:

the-power-of-potter:

funnification-is-not-a-word:

She didn’t mean James Potter.

She meant Severus Snape.

(first quote: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter Two: A Peck of Owls; second quote: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter Thirty-Three: The Prince’s Tale)

Holy crap. I didn’t even realize this. Brava for J.K. Rowling’s perfect continuity.

And all this time I was assuming ‘that awful boy’ was James. I owe him an apology.

OMFG! Brava! Bra-va!

Oh God she meant SNAPE. wow. 

mind FUCK

WHAAAAA?!?! Oh, JK, how you slay me.

if i were half as organized as jk rowling…dayumn.

MIND IS BLOWN.

Learning something about HP E’RY DAY. YEARS AFTER THE FINAL BOOK HAS BEEN RELEASED. 

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petitetiaras:

That one time when Charlotte showed up at the ball and stole all the princes. 

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