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Hande. 23. Gleek. Potterhead. Whovian. I am Sherlocked. Starkid. geek. food addict. definetely a Hiddlestoner.
All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.
This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?
The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.
At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.
Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.
But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.
The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.
They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.
And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.
Writings For Winter - For Twenty Year-Olds who have never been loved 
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the-thorster:

lokitude:

….

The Fall Soldier

whoa there satan

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enigmaticrose:

the-sirius-sideoflife:

Headcanon:

The Marauders used to take turns taking care of Harry when the others had Order business or were too busy or needed a night off. It became a tradition among them, as they were passing the baby into the next caretaker’s hands, to say “you’re it. good luck.

The last thing Sirius saw as he was falling through the veil was Remus running over to Harry, and the last thought that ran through his head was “you’re it. good luck.”

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what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-kise:

dangerhamster:

Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…

#bless this post

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How do you know if a guy you’ve been hanging out with likes you?

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meladoodle:

forgive me father for i have sin-ed.. and cos-ed.. and tan-ed.. hahaha also i killed my trigonometry teacher

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Cold Comfort (short film)
After a date goes horribly wrong, a teenage girl is comforted by a fantastical creature that she discovers in a deserted hinterland. When the boy returns and threatens her safety, she and the creature find the strength to fight back.
To be broadcast on Sky Arts in summer 2014. (x)
Starring: Leila Mimmack as Michelle and Nico Mirallegro as Paul.

luxor1390:

Things that don’t exist 

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didyouknowwaltdisney:

adele-dazeems-cheekbones:

krystal-cage:

Some people were a little confused so I made this.

Good, I thought I was the only one to think this

I said that :3 

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mymadfatdiaryfinnandrae:

  • Miss Rooney attending an event.

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officialfrenchtoast:

probably the reason why im still single is because i didnt forward those chain messages when i was 13 yrs old

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silvermoon424:

redundantthinking:

moonwhing:

keyofnik:

timemachineyeah:

Forgive the Google Translate but THAT’S THE OFFICIAL SAILOR MOON TWITTER AND THE PRODUCTER ATSUTOSHI UMEZAWA CONFIRMING THAT

THE ON APRIL 27

WE WILL GET THE VOICE CAST OF THE ANIME

AND OFFICIAL ART FOR ALL THE LEAD CHARACTERS

WELL HELLO EXCELLENT NEWS

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VOICE CAST

OFFICIAL ART FOR THE ANIME

NINE FUCKING DAYS

SCREAMING AND PEOPLE TOLD ME WE WEREN’T EVER GONNA SEE IT WHAT NOOOOOWWWWW

*breaks down and weeps out of joy*

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