and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
Jamie Campbell Bower by Joe Connor and Matthew Brookes for Un-Titled Project N° 6
the year is 2040 you are still not superior for not listening to pop music
Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear —-
He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
The little boy in white steps forward, holding out the box as he opens the lid. We can see the tidy, upright rows of yellowed envelopes. Whoever devised the Quarter Quell system had prepared for centuries of Hunger Games. The president removes an envelope clearly marked with a 75. He runs his fingers under the flap and pulls out a small square of paper. Without hesitation, he reads, “On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped fro their existing pool of victors.”
i can hug pillows and pretends its anyone i want and do it for the rest of my life
have you ever sat with your friends and just known that you’re the least important friend in the group and you feel like it wouldn’t make a difference whether you were there or not
"hey you have a zit on your-" YES. THANK YOU. I AM AWARE. I AM FULLY AWARE OF MY ACNE AND WHERE IT IS LOCATED. ALL YOU’VE DONE BY POINTING IT OUT IS HUMILIATE ME. THANKS. THANK YOU. THANKS A LOT.