When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.
I’ll be a story in your head. That’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? / Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond, and this is how it ends.
It’s been 84 years…and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.
You steal me away. Just take me back to in your house
and stare at me with the lights off.
Created in the 1930s by an anonymous author (supposedly Cantankerus Nott), the directory listed the pure-blood families in Great Britain.
HP nerd forever.
Take what you can, give nothing back.
We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction.
both upstairs downstairs and like crazy on the telly rightnow. what a dilemma.
I'm incredibly passionate about my life, I'm absolutely unable to hide any emotion. If I wrote a book, I’d have to call it ‘P is for Passion’. I don’t go in for anything halfway. My feelings about things are instant, on the spot. And my heart is always, always on my sleeve.
don’t stop believin’
hold on to that feelin’