Overwhelmingly Average

Typical girl-next-door.

I used to sing a lot; around the house, in the shower, in the car, at the store, everywhere.

And I still sing, but only when I’m supposed to.

– And that makes me really sad

hey-sass-butt:

mamalaz:

Harry Potter bloopers 

(Dumbledore’s obviously been visiting Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes)

EVEN BETTER IS THAT THEY DID IT BECAUSE DAN HAD ASKED TO BE PUT NEXT TO THIS ONE GIRL HE HAD A CRUSH ON AND EVERYONE KNEW IT AND THEY WANTED TO EMBARRASS THE CRAP OUT OF HIM IN FRONT OF HER

“Because every smile of his is a knife in the chest weakening my guard until he laughs and shatters my whole defense
As many times as I tell myself its not real, he looks at me with those brown eyes and traps me all over again”

darkest-part-of-my-mind

“I think the first time you told me I was beautiful you thought I was softer than I am, thought I wasn’t so self destructive, thought I was a mountain range when I’m really more of a mud slide, I’m not beautiful, I’m intense and overwhelming and hard to handle.”

– (via weallwritealong)

The notes though

(via weallwritealong)

I feel guilty for something I haven’t even done yet, something I have yet to feel. And I’m buried under this guilt that feels inevitable, but has yet to come.

“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.”

– Gloria Naylor (via hqlines)