if there is an infinite number of parallel universes out there, what if dreams are actually connections your mind establishes to one of your different parallel minds each night and that’s why sometimes you’re able to get back to the same dream after waking up in the middle of the night (because it’s still happening to your other self)?
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YOU ARE E LIST MOTHER FUCKER. IM # FUCKING 1 AND YOURE THROWIN SHADE AT ME??? YOU BETTER FALL THE FUCK BACK WITH YOUR DAD MUSTACHE LOOKIN LIKE YOU HAVIN A MID LIFE CRISIS WEARING SHORTS AND A SNAPBACK. EVEN BLACK MACKLEMORE OVER THERE ON THE LEFT GIVIN THAT SIDE EYE AT YOUR SHITTY OUTFIT. IRRELEVANT ASS BITCH.
order of the phoenix + chapters
do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
Aww they’re so cute
I WANT HER TO BIRTH HIS CHILDREN.
There is no in between
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
this is my favorite post
no but seriously i want to laugh so hard at the faces of all the people in Brazil who said the World Cup was going to be a total flop and airports wouldn’t be able to handle it and stadiums would collapse and ALL THAT BUNCH OF BULLSHIT
THE WORLD CUP HAPPENED AND IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME AND PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE JUST REALLY LOVED IT SO SHUT THE FUCK UP
WE’RE HAVING OLYMPIC GAMES IN TWO YEARS AND THEY’RE GOING TO BE AMAZING TOO, WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT.
why isn’t the rating system for fanfiction
- They Don’t Bang
- They Bang
- They Bang and Its Detailed
- They Bang and Its Kinky
then content warns.
A/N: Here’s a little student!Lily/ teacher!James that I hope is not too cliche…
“Lily,” Marlene hissed, this time louder than the numerous times she had done it before. A few students sitting in the rows in front of them turned to throw them annoyed glares.
Lily continued to ignore her friend, determined as she was to stay out of trouble in this class at least. She failed to repress the thought of Professor McGonagall’s harsh reprimand when she caught them whispering to each other in their previous lecture. Her cheeks, she was convinced as she waited for class to begin, were still faintly tinted with color from having all eyes on her.
But Marlene McKinnon was not one to give up so easily. She scribbled something on a blank piece of paper before setting it in front of Lily.
Lily had forgotten just how bitter the wind had gotten until she came up the stairs from the London Underground into the dappled glow of moth-swarmed streetlights. Cursing every hole in her loosely knit sweater, she crossed her arms to clutch the unsuitable fabric more…
i really don’t get the whole brazil x argentina rivalry
where did it come from
why did it start
it makes no sense