It all happens for a reason. Even if we never understand the reasons why.
riskeverythingfearnothing
July 2011
That moment when your rapping a song.
And you realize you didn’t miss any words:
So on the outside your like:
But on the inside your like:
“You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you.”
—Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via paperkittenclaw)
When you get out of a pool:
Expectations:
Reality:
HAHAHA.
That awkward moment when you don't want to come out of your room because there are strangers in your house.
The reason Snape maybe hated the golden trio so much was because together they made Lily. Harry had her eyes, Ron had her hair and Hermione was a smart muggleborn.
“You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (Tender Is the Night)
Misconception Of Love Poems (220)
All my love poems are not for you,
don’t be mistaken.
I write because I have love inside of me,
but I don’t have an object pronoun.
I love. That is all. I love, and sometimes,
that love turns into the Moon Girl, sometimes,
it turns into the Spanish Man. And other times,
into a You. But it’s not You You, so don’t.
When you’re so full of love, you write,
because you have the love to give, but
you don’t know who. Yet.
That awkward feeling when you can't stop eating and don't feel full at all.
Submitted by dotheerawr
No joke, this is how I feel today
