A 21 year old Boston girl and college student. Just a dreamer, nerd, bookworm, and music lover trying to figure out life.
Katie Kacvinsky (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I don’t think the universe/life/anybody owes me shit, but I’d like for things to be going my way once in a while. Ya feel me?
I’ve got a migraine, and my pain will range from up down and sideways. Thank God it’s Friday, ’cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ’cause Sundays are my suicide days. I don’t know why they always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle. Whether it’s the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.
Am I the only one I know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? Shadows will scream that I’m alone, but I know we’ve made it this far, kid.
No but can you just imagine Mrs Weasley getting to the magical afterlife one day and the first thing she sees is a girl with red hair sprinting towards her.
For a fleeting moment she thinks it’s Ginny, but as the girl comes closer she recognises the kind smile and the emerald eyes that are shining with tears. It’s Lily Potter.
Lily pulls Mrs Weasley into a tight hug and can only whisper three words before dissolving into tears.
"Thank you, Molly."
OW MY HEART
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything