Narcissa: Your son is awake.
Lucius: Before sunrise he’s your son.
Draco: (in the background) Dad? Mum? Dad! Mum! Dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad…
why do people take being online on facebook as invitation to chat? ugh
Someone from my school added me on Facebook. Then she sends a request saying we worked at my school (I don’t) and that I’m a family member (I’m not).
I don’t know what is happening
Tom Felton for FAULT magazine.
Interviewer: What’s your dream girl?
Tom: My girlfriend’s probably standing behind me. Yeah. That’s pretty much it right there.
I didn’t leave my house that day. I didn’t go to the grocery store. I didn’t meet your eyes as we stood together in the aisle. I didn’t smile at you and didn’t see your dimple when you smiled back. We didn’t have an awkward conversation about canned peas or meet again that night. We didn’t fall in love. I napped instead.
That’s unforgivable. It absolutely is.”
His eyebrows rose to his forehead. “I didn’t know that not loving somebody was a sin.”
“It isn’t,” she said, feeling a flash of hurt, deep inside her, “but it should be."
Broken Yolk by attica
People, I encourage you to read attica’s fanfics. Everything she writes is just brilliant and so real and relatable.
Being in love and just being attached to someone are different. And I’ve just found that out. When you’re attached to someone, you miss them a lot when they leave. (Well, in my case). And everything you do reminds you of them and sometimes you tear up for no reason and you miss them late at night and sometimes cry over it and stuff. But when you’re in love, its so different. You cry at first, and then you realize you can’t make them come back. So you let go. And you can’t be friends. And you don’t cry at all. But when you’re walking around, or with friends, or watching tv, you feel a little empty spot inside of you. the spot that used to give you happiness and now it doesn’t give you sadness, its just there. Like a black hole in space. And no one can fill that spot but them. No one can understand how it feels. its useless to talk about because no words can describe it.
Lol it really sucks.
Leap Year (Dr/Hr Fanfiction)
“Do you fall in love often?”
Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”"
Jeanette Winterson (via ish07)
Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it. Love isn’t her calming you down when you yell. It’s her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t her or him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet her or him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s her standing there, admitting she’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another’s hands and saying, here. Do what you will. Mash it into a million pieces. Mash it into meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you in the first place. Just as long as you have it. It makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a hell of a lot better, than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.