December 2009
The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived, but to the fifth years this meant only one thing: Their O.W.L.S were upon them at last.
Thanks to Amelia, I’m ready for The Book Thief again. Such beauty, such sorrow, I miss it so much.
Merry Christmas, give your love away.
"I'm home now, and there's nothing to do"
“well, sing a song”
sometimes the simplest things in life, seem so profound.
It still amazes me how beautiful my friends are. I am so lucky.
I’m really sick and tired of how fickle I am. I don’t even know what I want anymore.
It kind of sucks how everytime someone mentions...
I walked past you in the hall the other day, and pretended like I didn’t see you. I was secretly hoping you would notice me, and say something. You didn’t.
to be cliche:
“your untouchable like a distant diamond sky”
That was the equivalent to punching me in the stomach really, really hard. It still hurts and I think I’m going to bruise.
I wish this would stop.
stuff white people like
#99 Grammar
White people love rules. It explains why so they get upset when people cut in line, why they tip so religiously and why they become lawyers. But without a doubt, the rule system that white people love the most is grammar. It is in their blood not only to use perfect grammar but also to spend significant portions of time pointing out the errors of others.
When asking someone about...
I had no intention of living this way.
Isn’t it weird how we never are aware that that moment, when we are in it, will be one where we look back at pictures of and think “God, things are so different now” and “I miss this so much.” We never know how precious those moments are, until their gone. I wish a red flag would just go up everytime we experienced a moment we would never forget, and that would never...
That boy is a monster.