Riddle me this: you’re an invisible thirteen year old who has just snuck into a candy shop. Looking around, at all of the hundreds of different types of sweets that surround you, what do you go for? A lollipop. That your friend had already brought. YOU’RE INVISIBLE IN A CANDY SHOP AND YOU STEAL CANDY THAT SOMEONE HAS ALREADY BOUGHT. And not just anyone. Neville Longbottom. The kid with the worst luck in the world, and you steal his goddamn lollipop. Is anyone surprised that you’ve got a horcrux inside you, Harry Potter? Because I’m not surprised one bit.
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Justin has a vision in the airport.
He knows what’s gone.
He knows what must be brought back.
Sexy.
(Source: justintimberlakedoingthings, via wordsofhersong)
And now watching Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog
This has been my life for like the past month. I just can’t stop rewatching it.
(Source: what-themath)
using the term ‘yolo’ sarcastically so often that you’re really not sure if you’re joking or not now
(Source: hans--moleman, via trustinwhatwasnothing)
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
(Source: aimmyarrowshigh, via slutandthefalcon)
