feonaloveshmm:

So if your blog is about

• Harry Potter
• Disney
• Glee
• The Vampire Diaries
• Dancing
• ANYTHING ALLY CARTER

I hope you reblog this so I can follow you. :)

thatsabsurdyoureabsurd:

siriusly-obsessed:

whispydreams:

sheissoclassy:

REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.

my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack

THEY KNOW. QUICK,  HIDE THE BROOMS.

Homenum revelio!

What, no, that’s not a wand in my pocket I’m just really happy to see you. :)

(via leave-the-brakes-on)

So if your blog is about

• Harry Potter
• Disney
• Glee
• The Vampire Diaries
• Dancing
• ANYTHING ALLY CARTER

I hope you reblog this so I can follow you. :)

damnnunpretty:

i just really books. and i don’t think people understand that. how a book can completely remove you from this washed up place and drop you somewhere else, in some alternate universe, in someone else’s life, is such a thrill.

some books can completely ruin you; like the one i just finished reading for the fourth or so time. i could place my self in the shoes of a girl who was kidnapped, and i could feel myself falling in love with her captor as she unknowingly did so, too.

books can make you feel infinite. i learned that when i read such a beautiful book, talking about the smiths and fleetwood mac and rocky horror and feeling so free.

some just make you question everything you know. like the anonymous journal of a girl from the 70’s who fell deep into the rabbit hole and lost herself in a world of make believe, sex and drugs.

some books are magical, taking you to a beautiful, fictional castle where anything is possible, people play a soccer-like sport on flying broom sticks and there’s a secret chamber, not to mention a potions class and owls who deliver the mail.

some books are so beautifully written that they can break your heart. like the book about two young lovers who lose each other for fourteen years, finding each other when it’s too late, and then fall in love over and over again.

some books make you realize how cruel the world could be, such as the one about the girl who was raped right before her freshman year of high school started and then subsequently lost all her friends. or the one of the innocent little girl who was raped and murdered at such a young age, and her family was left to put the pieces of her murder together.

some make you realize that not everyone is on the inside, who they are on the outside. such as the book about a girl who’s older brother knows he was supposed to be born a girl, and cross dresses in private and requests his sister to call him “luna”.

then, there’s the books that are so easy to relate to, yet so terrifying scary to believe. like the one about three different kids who all tried to kill themselves and ended up in the same institution — and one of them, a homosexual male, falls in love with a girl. or the one about five kids - a preacher’s daughter included - all become prostitutes because they either left home or got kicked out somehow. then there’s the one about the twin sisters — one is raped by their father, the other indulges in drugs, sex and alcohol — where one of the sisters is actually dead and the other sister is living for them both.

there’s books that make you realize how disgusting humanity really is. you can see this in a book where one girl meets a lesbian, and finds out she’s a lesbian as well, and is kicked out of her home when her parents find out.

there’s books that explore how teenagers live and why they lie. like the book about a girl — who has the same name as me, oddly enough — whose older sister ran away before college. the girl meets a boy, who she starts dating, who then gets her into drugs before abusing her and taking her virginity.

there’s books that explore why people are the way they are. like the book about the girl who’s dad left — and then died when she was a baby, and left a famous song for her called “this lullaby”. she’s callous and cruel before she meets this goofy guy, who teaches her how to love.

there’s even books about facing reality. an insomniac is alone until she meets another insomniac while vacationing with her dad, stepmother and baby sister the summer before her freshman year in college, and he teaches her that there’s more to her life than going to school and being smart — that there’s more to her.

some books are cold, cruel, and show us just how dangerous the world we live in is. other books are so damn beautiful, they make us cry. all i know is, books mean so much to me. i can honestly say that i do not know what i would do without the stack of books in my room. they allow me to escape this reality, no matter how small that lapse may or may not be.

it is my one heaven on earth. my haven, my safe place; books are something i can hold onto for forever knowing that not one thing inside it will ever change.

and that is why i love books so much.

(Source: scissrhands)