“I instantly felt like an idiot
Embarrassed of the person controlling my mouth
My mouth it’s always in a melee
Figuring out how as it talks
Your response was comforting
I guess I gave you butterflies too”—Lemuria, “Pants” (via deborahshin)
1847: Bram Stoker, the Muggle author of Dracula, is born.
1991: Severus Snape takes away Harry Potter’s copy of Quidditch Through the Ages because the Library’s books should not leave the Library. Harry discovers that Snape has been bitten on the leg by Fluffy the three-headed dog.
1992: Colin Creevey is petrified by Slytherin’s Basilisk.
Please tell me you’re just feeling tired, ‘Cause if it’s more than that I feel that I might break. Out of touch. Out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, ‘Cause I can’t read your rolling eyes. Out of touch. Are we out of time?
I’ll wait until tomorrow, Maybe you’ll feel better then… Maybe we’ll be better then. So what’s another day, When I can’t bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you? This mood of yours is temporary. It seems worth the wait to see you smile again.
So quiet, another wasted night The television steals the conversation. Exhale another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed.
i left for jacksonville to see touche amore’s last us show before they head to europe for three weeks. armed with candy, caffeine, and roadtrip staples, claire and i somehow managed to turn the four and a half hour drive into five and a half. it was 100% worth it though. got home at 5:45. no regrets.
i can’t believe the last twenty four hours actually happened.
“Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment… you never gave up hope.”—He’s Just Not That Into You (via quote-book)