Best Friends To Friends To
Best Friends to Friends to
Best Friends to Friends to
I went back to our old home, the dusty roads and broken gates, dying trees and new nests and the old shop light flickering. I stood by the park swing near the dry water fountain, is it strange that I can still hear mumbles and laughs in the air. I went down the road and saw the rusty red building, once called home because of all the highs and lows lived in it. I went in through the old gate…
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Snape: Miss Granger, pay attention or serve detention.
Hermione: Make me.
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Draco: (in a distance) like one of my french girls.
Hermione: What
Draco: What
Snape: What
Hogwarts: What
somehow his talks about all the cravings i have had or will have...but mostly it talks about how i crave for the touch that i can never have the way i used to.
“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”
— Alida Nugent
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Nathaniel Orion G. K., March 2022
Someone just texted me randomly saying...NECROMANCY is the art of breathing life in dead...since you keep on saying you are dead inside, why not let me try in on you.
is this what first hand tumblr experience looks like
Coffee cups and half read paper backs...
Coffee cups and half read paper backs…
Have you ever thought about how some conversations just exists in a certain time frame? Have you ever wondered how some laughs just stay in the coffee cup ? Have you ever realized that certain parts of a novel you started reading make you look back at your life?
The thing is that we often are so lost in the day to day ordeal of life that we stop enjoying the small parts of this enormous life…
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Do you ever have those days when all you want to do is read angst so that you can make yourself feel things for life has been too numb for to long.
Looking for some one who would help me commit crime brulees
so hot🥵
690 Kilometer.
The distance between me and my past is not very large…690 km to be precise.
Did I run all the way here or rode some cloud of power I don’t remember?
Funny I ran so hard and so fast and I still find myself under.
Every morning I find something crumble…is it my soul, my mind or just another blunder caused because of my dropping eyes and my body aching to lay in a deep slumber.
The wind…
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Person: call me
Me: has 34 panic attacks
Me: questions my existence
Me: nope (while having a meltdown)
Person: okay
Me starts feeling guilty
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Just a girl who is going through anxiety and awkwardness. Walking on the roads of life, learning lessons, writing poetry, living stories, capturing moments and making weird, bad, and pathetic puns.
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