I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.

Mary Kate Teske  (via melwent)

badmooonrising:

prismatic-bell:

stalkingdeerwithhats:

okay but imagine at Fred’s funeral George and Mrs. Weasley are standing together by his coffin

and George is trying so hard not to cry

and in a last-ditch attempt to cope with it in the only way he knows how, using humor, he turns to Mrs. Weasley and says, “you’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum”

and then he just breaks down sobbing

NOPE

FUCK YOU

NOPING RIGHT ON OUTTA THIS POST

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I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.

C.R.  (via dr-yougi-pougi)