Congratulations To Minerva McGonagall On Her Pending Retirement Today, Who Is Going To Look Down At Her

who else wants to go on a drive at 1am until we forget about what’s bothering us

2013 vma will always be the best vma

someone needs to take the taylor swift subreddit away from me

*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*

That love you lost, I promise it won’t be the last. Sometimes you’ll find it again at a friends birthday party or you’ll look up from getting a box of cereal and see it standing there. But please, don’t give up looking for the love that will always find its way back to you.

Its searching for you too (via kenzielikestowrite)

I bet if they put us back together, we'd fit just like lost jigsaw pieces

Excerpt from book I'll never write

are we just gonna ignore the fact that charlotte and twincer fucked w so many IRRELEVANT PPL THAT DONT MEAN SHIT IN THE END

the artist’s guide to falling in love;

I. Find someone who makes your heart flutter, in a small, innocent way. Maybe it’s their cheekbones or their laugh or their music taste. Romanticise it in every way possible.

II.Fall way harder than you ever intended to. Write poetry about them and listen to songs that make you ache to remind yourself of them and pine after them in the most pathetic way possible. Reason with yourself that this is pain is good for your creativity.

III.Tell them, out loud or otherwise, but let the words slip out your lips, waterfalls, and tidal waves of destruction out of your mouth. If they don’t feel the same, go home and write poetry about rejection and revenge. Press backspace on it all and let numbness take over. If they feel the same, fall harder, the way angels do when they fall from heaven.

IV. Romanticise everything. The two freckles on their right eyebrow and their hands and fingers and the way they breathe. The way they take their coffee and the fact that they really want to spend time with you. Make yourself ache in the best way possible and occupy your mind with their smell, their favourite films, and every conversation you’ve ever had with them.

V. Watch it fall apart without really realising that it’s happening. Let yourself yell and scream and try to keep it together and remember how much you love the freckles on their eyebrow but forget that they like their coffee without milk or sugar and forget to understand. When they leave, remember they have black coffee and that you’re not enough, you’re not enough for tropical thunderstorms and summer breezes. Begin to write more poetry about heartbreak and wish you could make it stop. Dream of hurricanes and lightning.

VI. Make to do lists and begin to feel okay in the wake of their absence. Drink tea and practise self-care, see the friends you neglected, and remember that the next time you fall in love, you will understand; remember how they take their coffee and their tea, and remember to love both the freckles and the scars, inside and out. Remember to love who they are, and not just their aesthetics. Don’t just love the thunderstorm, love all of the weather that they bring.