(Source: mishasteaparty, via agent-riy)
(via potteraddicted)
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
(Source: honestliars, via madamfluffy)
my tumblr relationships
- me: omfg ily i swear we're like long lost twins or something your blog is my life
- me: also what is your name
(Source: blwarbler, via mysupermannn96)
- me: does anyone want to go to a concert with me?
- real life friends:
- me:
- real life friends:
- internet friends: YES OKAY I'LL BOOK A FLIGHT AND WE CAN HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY AT YOUR HOUSE AND HUNT THEM DOWN AFTER THE SHOW AND MEET THEM AND MAKE THEM LOVE US AND MOVE IN WITH THEM
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I’m assuming the London Olympics will have Quidditch
(Source: voldemortoutbitches, via fashionn-wanderlustt)
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