what if we just created a fandom for a tv show that doesn’t exist and we build it up really big and make a ton of inside jokes until the internet just accepts it as a real show and it starts getting included in polls and gets it’s own imdb page and a group of outsiders go crazy trying to find dl links
I’m taking my first drive on Thursday at 7AM that was a good idea
- me: they're real
- me: they're REAL
- me: I love them
- me: I'm going to cry
- me: omg
- me: what
- me: they're real
can we just take a moment to imagine little cute six-year-old hermione reading matilda
and peering into this book about a smart, bookish girl who could move things with her mind
and then can you imagine her concentrating very hard on the books on the bookshelf and slowly, slowly, getting them to move
- be unaware of where the penis is
- scream into the penis
- use the back of your hand
- slap the penis and call it “buddy”
- condescend to the penis
- set your hand on fire
we think cats are adorable no matter how skinny or fat they are so why do we treat humans any differently
you wanna take this outside??? you wanna take this to the park? you wanna look at the stars with me? you wanna go out for a romantic dinner afterwards??
Cedric Diggory tried to call off the entire Quidditch game and get a re-match when he caught the snitch after Harry fell off his broom
And it was a Hufflepuff who figured out how Sirius was getting into Hogwarts in Prisoner of Azkaban
‘Disguised himself, probably,’ said a Hufflepuff fifth year.
Hufflepuffs are so underrated
Hufflepuffs are the Canadians of Harry Potter.
do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete ur blog, stop eating meat, shave or head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that
do you ever want to punch yourself in the face for liking someone a lot
when you have really weird and fucked up dreams and when you wake up you’re relieved that it was a dream but you’re also wondering where the fuck that all came from and you’re just like
I can hear my brother have sex with his girlfriend next door and there is just a lot of bed creaking and I just heard her say ‘Are you even trying?’ and I laughed so hard my brother came into the room to tell me to fuck off
my favorite time of year is when all the bugs start to die
i have 3 moods:
- skips every song on my ipod
- lets the music play without interruption
- plays the same song on repeat for days
i want someone to cuddle me (◡‿◡✿)
i want someone to kiss me (◡‿◡✿)
i want someone to roughly shove me up against the wall and make out with me until my head spins (◡‿◡✿)
I meet the nicest people in the world on the insides of airports
behind security gates and cement walls and barbed wires.
Tied tight into the in-between world
where everyone rushes forward:
There are fearful boys in uniform
humming the national anthem under their breath.
One once said to me
“I am eighteen and I have never kissed a girl
and I’m scared I’m gonna die in combat.”
I would’ve kissed him right there
except that my flight was boarding, and besides,
I didn’t want him to die feeling tied to a stranger.
I once met a bathroom attendant
who told me she was the happiest woman in the world.
“Come visit me every time you fly into Charlotte”
and she promised to always tell me stories
about who she had been before washing bathrooms
and handing mints out to strangers.
She said she had wandered and seen everything,
that she had touched the underbelly of humanity
and that she had never met a girl with a spirit like me.
And in Del Rio I met a woman named Constantine
with a great gap-toothed smile.
She told me “Listen honey,
you can’t shine what you ain’t got
so don’t try to become everybody.”
And she laughed wild and hysterically
so that I could feel the whole world laughing through her.
In the in-between world I sat on an airplane
and watched a businessman sit for two full hours
reading a book he held upside down.
I’m not sure what it meant
but I laughed like an idiot and I told him I was in love with him.
I think I fall in love with everyone I meet.
On the flight from New York to London
a girl with pink hair started crying.
She said “ever since I left my college campus
I’ve been shaking like an addict.
I didn’t think a person could miss anything so much.”
She was speaking out loud to no one.
I often feel like a bullet fired from a gun
headed into the blue sky onto nowhere.
There always were wonderful people living as shadows
in the in-between worlds
and there always will be.
I once kissed a beautiful boy before boarding my plane
and afterwards I spiraled like a snowflake home.
I am usually melting in and out of coffee cups in strange cities
and writing shitty poetry on napkins during landings.
This is my final landing.
Sometimes I feel a little bit like the airport is better than home.