everyone: it's just a book
you: YOU KNOW NOTHING
I suppose this used to happen quite often
James: I may have wrapped Harry in my invisibility cloak for his nap...and now I can't find him.
James: ...but I swear, the last time I saw him he was somewhere in the room.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis? That’s my favorite part of reading.
I hate that feeling when you know you’re losing a friend because you can’t even keep a simple conversation going without it being awkward and there’s nothing left to say anymore
If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go...– Stephen King The Stand (via Rian)
The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always...– Vasudev (via mingotsa)
How I want to be cheered up if I'm down.
Something tumblr has taught me
“because of reasons” is always a legitimate reason
We live in critical world, where a face is more important than a heart– (via hang-ups)
popcornmassacre: i found an image that accurately describes my drive and motivation in life
in celebration: I'll put the kettle on
in sorrow: I'll put the kettle on
in anticipation: I'll put the kettle on
in sympathy: I'll put the kettle on
in dedication: I'll put the kettle on
just because: I'll put the kettle on
everyday: the kettle is on