give me that bed…….. now
(Source: eatsomebrains)
(Source: alenanekrashevich)
I’m looking for love, not an empty page full of stuff that means nothing but, “You’ve been played.
A Poem I Wrote Long Ago.
Like Love, it will never be perfect
Continuous, never entirely finished
It’s not deep enough, much too shallow
Always worried, it doesn’t meet their standards
Then you lock it away, keeping it from view
Only to gaze upon it years later
Struck, in awe, how could something you did
turn out to be so lyrically beautiful
But, it’s much too late to turn around
It lies there, tattered and damp
You’ve grown, new ideas have crept in
You were just a foolish kid
An adolescent who knew nothing of heartbreak
Who had not experienced the presence of death
A teen whose soul was not yet empty
Of laughter, affection, and love
Now, you look at these frazzled remains
That once held the key to your whole world
Trying to remember the girl behind the pages
But you collapse, knowing you lost her long ago
(Source: jamjars)
(Source: sillynotes-andgypsyclothes)
Pretending.
Sometimes, I wonder if I should disappear.
End his problems.
Everyday it’s the same face haunting me.
Eyes pleading, ”Do you love me?”
Of course I do. But it’ll never be enough.
When bad days outnumber the good,
that’s when it’s time.
My flaws, my youth, me.
We don’t trust me.
Passion’s not the problem, but it will be.
I love. I want this forever.
But love isn’t selfish, and that’s where I’m stuck.
My selfishness is sucking me back here.
Pretending.
But perfection isn’t real.
And I know you’ll be happy one day.
Soon as I can tell myself,
Fuck me,
I’m not the one.
She went with Ron and Harry because she has a really good heart. That’s not about brain. Ultimately, she had a bigger heart than she had a brain and that’s saying something for Hermione. But did she- Was she naturally drawn to battle? No, she wasn’t. She’s not a Bellatrix. She’s not a woman who actually wants to be hurting, fighting, killing. Not at all. - J.K. Rowling
