If last year is any indication, it’s going to be crowded. Last year, we ended up stacking all of the chairs against the wall and sitting on the floor pressed up against each other and we were still overflowing out of the room. It was packed, but incredibly fun. So moral…
Ah. I remember dealing with this.
I don’t know if I should cry or cry
maybe cry
have you tried crying
Dayum dumbledore, what happened
I don’t know why, but Hagrid hurts the most.
The castle hurts the most.
(via bunn1)
because I use that one more like a tumblr and this one for creative writing :]
Everyone thinks they are in love
Dancing to Rhianna
Singing lips to lips and hips to hip
Everyone thinks they are in love
Flashing lights, blind the blind,
The blind drink to the blind.
Everyone thinks they are in love
Fuzzy fog, frantic fingers
Singing lips to lips and hips to hips
Everyone thinks they are in love
When lights are low,
And adrenaline flows
Everyone thinks that it is destiny
Singing Rhianna
Hips to hips and lips to lips
Everyone believes forever
When forever seems to stand right still
Lips to lips and hips to hips
The strobe light flickers and my heart whimpers.
Dancing to Rhianna.
Singing lips to lips and hips to hips.
That moment, hovering, floating – Just before. Just before sleep, just after thoughts. One more, one last. One last thought. Each night, every night, even alone, even on end, entirely tireless – this feeling,timeless. Resonating every night – each night, just before. Before thoughts end, before thoughts start – before sleep, after eyes shut. Just as before, just as now. Now I realize, with eyes closed. Hold me. Hold me just before dusk, hold me before the stars. Will you?
Unplottable.Unremarkable to a Muggle’s naked eye.Under a spell, this castle undeniably has me,Whether by page or by screen.Unknowing when I’ll be back, unable to see.While home, never unhappy, always unbroken.This Castle is Home to me.
It’s this feeling you get. You know the feeling I’m talking about. And it always hits you in the same place. You know the place I’m talking about. Right in your chest, and sometimes it makes your thoughts a little cloudy. It’s this sense of something that is so far away, but you feel as if you can almost reach out and touch it. Because you’ve been imagining the moment for such a long time. It’s this sense of a drumming heartbeat inside your chest, but it’s not your own. It’s something else living inside of you, this desire for what you’re longing for.
Also blogging under the blogs of gingertale.tumblr.com and crownband.tumblr.com
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Weasley is our king.
You are just absolutely the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered.
Nothing is scarier, and yet still exciting as a blank word document. Your fingers just itching to get to the keys, but for some reason you still have nothing and everything to say.
scream it.
Don't even pretend like they're not.
