Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you.
for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare,
for an end to your sadness in Keats.
He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived.
Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world.
Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth.
Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor.
After being Hermione’s friend for 7 years, Harry still hasn’t understood how fucking badass she is. :P
He pulls the same face
GRANGER DANGER GRANGER DANGER
*throws hands up in the air* all the butts and dicks
my entry: week 3 bonus for summerpornathon
No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.
This is all practice.
I am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all round obnoxious asshole that anyone could have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful and uncomprehending in the face of the happy, so if I didn’t understand that I was being asked to be best man it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend. And certainly not the best friend of the bravest, kindest, wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.
it is time to abandon your old life
and jump into the fray; life.
reality seems so fake, structured,
so that we have to follow the guidelines.
to me, it feels like poison being
choked down my throat, scalding away
words that may rebel against the
rigidness of society // how can you
make a life of your own when everyone
is telling you what to do, where to go,
how to do this and that.
i just don’t want to slip between the
cracks and surrender my life to the
safest option // i want to be dangerous
and taste smoke under my tongue,
not watch it burn in a suburban fireplace
twenty years from now.
pendrys: the story of pendragon & emyrs - a
relationshipfriendship that spans across eternityfor the birthay girl: happy birthday kate! ♥
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU HAVE A HOPELESS CRUSH ON SOMEONE YOU CAN NEVER CALL YOURS
Ron always just fucking knows
If you remember, Ron was always weirdly good with Divination. Whenever he’d joke about a possible outcome, it would eventually happen in some roundabout way!