nivalingreenhow:

when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires 

You deserve someone who knows how to make things up to you after hurting you. Not someone who is very good with just the word, “sorry.”

floateron:

frozenfontana:

iaintnopapaya:

Disney Princesses as sloths.

but why

why not

crebit:

i’m in friend love with all of you

(Source: shuckl)

darknessbloodyshadow123:

cloudsinmycoffee9:

this is literally the greatest subtitling job that has ever been done. someone learned how to speak cat.

*laughs irl*

(Source: iraffiruse)

whisk-ey:

If you want to call a family meeting just turn off the wifi router and wait in the room in which it is located.

He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear and six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.

you didn’t love her.

you just didn’t want to be alone.

or maybe, she was just good for your ego.

or, or maybe she just made you feel better about your miserable life.

but you didn’t love her,

because you don’t destroy people you love.

ringokotomi:

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”

Kissing a girl on the forehead is one of the sweetest things in the world.
Fuck people who don’t treat you like you’re a priority.

plantkitten:

i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

(Source: andromeda4002019)

When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.