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The moment when you realize that Dr. House and Mr. Weasley stole 101 dalmations.
“You didn’t know this?!”
NO??
EDIT: So apparently this was way more of a well known fact that I thought lol…
I NEVER KNEW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wow
(Source: gabeofthrones, via beth-marie89)
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Quidditch Stick. [Gryffindor]
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Quidditch Stick. [Gryffindor]
fantastic!
bahahaha poor sidney. hes seeing double.
ahahahah
sid looks thrilled to be between those kind of twins, haha
he is like ‘get me the FUCK out of here. now.’
OMG is this real life? hahahaha
If you could attend any concert, what would it be?
i would have a mega festival, with the following (all original members of the band in their heyday please! i mean, this is my fantasy) christina aguilera, sublime, guns n roses, the offspring, the beastie boys, and third eye blind.
We need to make it clear to every hockey player – gay, straight, black, white, religious, atheist, tall, short, whatever – if you can play, we welcome you.
—Brian Burke (via nidalina) (via caittlenxo) (via eagertowin) (via pinkpills) (via fredetgeorge) (via richieandcarts) (via blaine28) (via mattthecookemonster) (via bootsboyshockey) (via 33royhappened) (via thislullabyplayson) (via patrickkane)
Devil’s Insomniac
I wrote this one night when I was 14 or 15. (AKA back when I still thought poems had to rhyme) It still applies. Every. Single. Night.
Devil’s Insomniac
No one knows how hard it is for me to rest my head.
Each night a different demon haunts me while I’m in my bed.
Most days my thoughts are happy, until the lights go out,
The darkness acts an invite, to let these demons shout.
An nighttime I get so depressed, I lay there wide awake,
I think of what a waste I am, that I am God’s mistake.
Then I am furious with myself for each and every thought.
I tell myself to stop them, but my efforts are for naught.
I hold my tears inside my heart, until my head begins to ache.
Despite my efforts, my eyes bleed sorrow and I begin to shake.
I plead with myself to not give in to the devil’s evil plan.
Beg myself to tough it out, to hold on if I can.
When I finally find a time to get some need sleep,
Demons and bad thoughts suppressed, I fall in to a heap.
These nights are rare when I can hold off all the devils.
Tomorrow they’ll be back again; they’ll torture on new levels.
The next night I spend hours pushing the intruders of my mind aside.
If I didn’t work so hard at it, I’d long ago have died.
I fight a war subconsciously, each and every night,
Evil thoughts consume my mind until the dawning light.
Twitter has been over capacity for an hour. This means one of three things: Bieber has a new song, Strasburg took a dump on Obama’s chest, or black people have a new saying.
—
text from a friend (via acewepeel) (via maximetalbot)
omg, LMAO
(via 25superstar)
unreal.
“You’re So Last Summer”
She said
“Don’t, don’t let it go to your head
Boys like you are a dime a dozen,
Boys like you are a dime a dozen”
She said
“You’re a touch overrated,
You’re a lush and I hate it.
But these grass stains on my knees
they won’t mean a thing”
And all I
Need to know
Is that I’m something you’ll be missing
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
Maybe I should hate you for this
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that…
I’d never lie to you
Unless I had to
I’ll do what I got to
Unless I had to
I’ll do what I got to, the truth
is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt
And all I
Need to know
Is that I’m something you’ll be missing
Is that I’m something that you’re missing
Maybe I should hate you for this
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
Maybe I should hate you for this
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that…
Cause I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This’ll be last chance you get to drop my name
Cause I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This’ll be last chance you get to drop my name
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
(If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)
Maybe I should hate you for this
If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
