i am in love with two people. one is you. the other one is also you, but from an alternate timeline with dragons.
My obsession with the internet has only exacerbated my obsession of everything else.
tumblr hasn't helped.
Like at all.
[…] I’m the one who suggests the public marriage proposal. Peeta agrees to do it but then disappears to his room for a long time. Haymitch tells me to leave him alone.
"I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say.
"Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real."
Catching Fire, p.73
“Remus Dobby Potter, you were named after the two people who actually gave a shit about my well being. One of them was a house elf and I’d much rather see you become that than a fucking Slytherin. Don’t come back unless you’re wearing red and gold you little shit.”
Hatred toward Cho Chang and Lavender Brown and adoration toward Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape, a study in misogyny, sexism and double-standards by me.
those tags are beautiful
when i say i want to marry my favorite celebrity i don’t mean just bang i mean like
i want to be making pancakes on sunday morning and have him walk downstairs in plaid pajama pants with messy hair and have him kiss me on the nose
I’d also bang him though
Like a screen door in a hurricane.