And suddenly I thought, I may really be mad.

That’s when she said I don’t hate you, boy.

I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save.

That’s when I told her I love you, girl,

but I’m not the answer for the questions that you still have. 

Free beer and basement shows don’t mean you’ve made it. It’s what you do, not who you were, or what you wear, or where you’ve been. So do something. Whoever you think is watching you dance from across the room, they aren’t. If anything, they feel sorry for you, ‘cause you try so hard. I know it hurts to hear but it’s the truth. So you might as well hear it from a friend.

You’re a has-been, that never was.

You have tamed me so now you must take me. How am I supposed to be? I don’t have my thorns now. I feel them sprouting. They’ll grow right though if I don’t watch it. They’ll grow right through even if I watch it. And a sunset couldn’t save me now.

·         He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy.
And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness.
I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping.
And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else.
 I am not sad.

-Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer's

I need another story. Something to get off my chest. My life gets kinda boring.
Need something that I can confess. Til' all my sleeves are stained red from
all the truth that I've said. Come by it honestly I swear. Thought you saw wink, no.
I've been on the brink.

 They got, They got all the right friends and all the wrong places
So yeah we're going down. They got all the right moves and all the wrong faces
So yeah we're going down.

Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision.

Harry potter (horny) pick-up lines

10. Being without you is like being afflicted with the Cruciatus Curse.

9. Hagrid’s not the only giant on campus, if you know what I mean.

8. Without you I feel like I’m in Azkaban and dementors are sucking away my soul.

7. If I were to look into the Mirror of Erised, I’d see the two of us together.

6. You are like a bottle of Skele-Gro: You’re growing me a bone.

5. I’m not wearing an invisibility cloak, but do you think I could still visit your restricted section tonight?

4. I don’t have any muggle money, but I do have a sickle and two knuts.

3. You don’t even have to say “Luminos Maxima” to turn me on!

2. My name may not be Luna, but I sure know how to Lovegood!

1. I’d like to get my basilisk into your chamber of secrets.

STONE IF YOU SEE THIS PLEASE GO CHECK YOUR MAIL I'M SO SORRY I DON'T USUALLY CHECK MY EMAIL I JUST READ IT SORRY <3