Spinning Like a Girl in a Brand New Dress

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16yrold:

what is happening here

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carryonmy-assbutt:

wolfstarforever:

James faced Voldemort without a wand right? What if he got one punch in before he died? What if James punched Voldemort’s nose off?

I accept this headcanon

shouldnt:

We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.

nuclearnyx:

my anaconda don’t want none

unless you DEFEAT THE HUNS, SON

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explicitit:

drainedenergy:

travelerschecks:

featherumbrellas:

lmfaoswed:

m-ayflower:

the last sentence :(

Everything is perfect until the last sentence…

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t. 

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..

How I always feel about people.

pizza:

how does school expect me to choose a career path at 15 I can’t even choose what I want for dinner