Things go on.

Zhangye.





A bullet cutting through a waterdroplet. Impressive.









Oh God, I hope so.


Autumn is coming!


I really, really like this.


All of a sudden I came across these next two pictures ... this is pretty much what I'm thinking for my next tattoo, without the beads. Brown, grey and white feathers.

SAVE THE WORDS

http://savethewords.org/

Too funny ... and kinda thought-provoking?

Where the fuck does Voldemort live?

Seriously. He has to have a house somewhere, doesn’t he? I suppose he could live in a cave or some shit if he wants to, but he’s a fucking Dark Lord. He’s in love with himself. He probably thinks he deserves to live in a mansion or something.But its just too hilarious trying to imagine Voldemort wearing a comfortable silk bathrobe and walking around in a mansion, with house elves offering him cups of tea, and a butler ironing his robes and shit.

Also, what does Voldemort eat? I can’t imagine him eating regular food like spaghetti or something. The thought of Voldemort eating spaghetti is just fucking hilarious to me.

If he does eat spaghetti, DOES HE TWIRL IT OR SLURP IT?

He twirled Harry’s wand around with his fingers in CoS so that leads me to believe he’s a spaghetti twirler.Unless he just doesn’t eat normal food and has his own Dark Lord brands of food.

Like, for breakfast he could have a bowl of Crucio Puffs or Fiendfyre Flakes. Then for lunch he could have a Peanutbutter and Jelly Legs Jinx sandwich with a Sectumsempra soda.

Oh and does Voldemort sleep? I can’t imagine him sleeping in a cozy bed with lots of pillows and shit. I can only imagine him hanging upside down in a dark room like a bat.

Maybe I’m just overthinking this.

from areadymind:

I want to

LEARN HOW TO BREATHE FIRE
LEARN HOW TO BLOW GLASS
LEARN HOW TO FLY A HOT AIR BALLOON

Ana.

I can't even begin to contemplate food right now. Eating: what a horrible prospect.

Courage, heart.

"Our entire friendship was a lie."

I HATE when people say this because it is CLEARLY untrue. We had a great friendship. But this is part of the reason I haven't been talking to you: your exaggeration and constant need for attention really gets me down. I miss you, but I miss the old you - like you miss the old me.

I hate when I know that people are talking about me.

Why

do I find this so fantastic?

This is me.

from Hyperbole and a Half.

THIS

I wish I could pull off

hair like this.
Since I can't, I'm, going to have to settle for a toned-down version of it. A few strands, here and there, of colours. Like purple and red and pink and orange and white. All mixed in together, then I'll fade them a bit. I know what I want it to look like and hopefully I can make it work. So Shoppers on Thursday to buy bleach, and grab a some pink, orange,and red dye. Manic Panic here I come.

It feels like autumn outside

And I love it.

Not a good day.

Slept until twelve thirty. Woke up feeling like death. My throat was on fire, my mouth so dry as to impair any sort of speech or movement. Binged on bagels and waffles, then cried for no reason when discussing whether or not to redo my room. This room project makes me feel weak and hopeless the same way that Ancient Civilizations did. Plus, my face is breaking out. The only good thing about today is the weather. That dry, windy coolness makes me smile.