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"It was a completely ordinary moment, but it was also everything he’d ever wanted and never let himself imagine. A house, with Emma; laughing by a fire together.
All that would make it better would be his brothers and sisters somewhere nearby, where he could see them every day, where he could fence with Livvy and watch movies with Dru and help Tavvy learn the crossbow. Where he could look for animals with Ty, hermit crabs down by the edge of the water, scuttling under their shells. Where he could cook massive dinners with Mark and Helen and Aline and they’d all eat them together, out under the stars in the desert air.
Where he could hear the sea, as he could hear it now. And where he could see Emma, always Emma, the better, brighter half of him, who tempered his ruthlessness, who forced him to acknowledge the light when he saw only darkness."
-Excerpt From: Cassandra Clare’s “Lord of Shadows.” Page 466 (via longlive-thedreamers)

byebyethinspo:

glamorize going to bed early, like, 8pm early

instead of making high stress levels a competition, brag about feeling whole and at peace.

make it cool as hell to take 2pm naps and go on mindful walks by yourself.

talk about mental health and normalize visits to counselors or support systems

teach kids that being different is beautiful and that it’s healthy to love what makes us who we are.

make #selflove and #selfcare the most common hashtags

"

I’d still love you,
If the world stops spinning
If heaven and hell tear us apart
If you ever forget me

I’d still love you,
If I find out you weren’t made for me
If these years in my life were nothing but a lesson
If we were just a bad dream

Darling, I’d still love you,
If I never hold you in my arms
If I never hear you speak 

I’d still love you,
If one day I love another and
If you don’t love me,
I’d still love you

"
-

Richa Gill (@RiichaG_)

Clear your mind here

(via hplyrikz)

imaginal:

I handed in an essay where I used the same sentence to start off each paragraph and my teacher was like “Yeah i really liked your usage of repetition to symbolise your subject of memory loss” and I’m like

Lol yeah right I totally intended that to be symbolism and not just because this narrative essay turned into some type of faux-deep emotion dumping and I was just really desperate to get something down literally the night before this thing was due

But I suppose that explains English lit analysis pretty well

"He said he loved me, but he never did
He says he loves her, and he really does
He kissed my lips and said I’m the only one
Now he kisses her, guess he found the one
He talked about our marriage like we were meant to be
He’ll be standing at the alter, but not with me
Every dream he dreamt, was only dreamt with me
But dreams are only dreams, she’s his reality"
-Richa Gill (@RiichaG_)

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draco hates muggle music

problematicreader:

HARRY : Draco, it’s not that bad. You may like it.

DRACO : HA! Nice joke love. Have a good day at work.

HARRY : *comes home to Draco dancing along to 2000 pop hits on the coffee table, spoon as a microphone and all*

HARRY : Enjoying yourself?

DRACO : *stuttering and nearly falling off the table in shock* I can explain.

HARRY : I’m sure you can.

DRACO: I was testing the table strength.

HARRY : Sure….

DRACO : ..Shut it Potter and get a spoon, we’re doing a duet. 

Ella se enamoró de su forma de ser, por supuesto que se enamoró de su físico también, pero para ella eso era lo de menos, se enamoró de su sonrisa tan transparente, de esa mirada tan expresiva, de sus chistes sin gracia, de su manera tan intelectual de expresarse para ciertas cosas, de la pasión con la que hacía lo que amaba, de su timidez para relacionarse con cualquier chica, de la ternura con la que hablaba de su madre, de su carisma con los niños y animales, se enamoró de todas y cada una de las cosas que conoció de él, incluso aun de sus defectos, de su manera de involucrarse más de lo que debia con algo, de como se enojaba cuando no le salían las cosas como quería, de su costumbre de hacerse siempre el fuerte, el que no lloraba, el que no necesitaba ayuda, de esas manías que tenia en sus facciones cuando se aburría, de su indiferencia hacia los demás cuando algo le estresaba. Ella primero lo conoció como uno más del montón, luego sin quererlo se enamoró y entonces entendió que él era lo que ella nunca habia esperado pero como un regalo del cielo le habia llegado.
Otp

Person:  You're OTP will never be cannon
Me:  How dare you
Me:  Like I know that
Me:  But how fucking dare you point that out you stupid peasant mundane