Haley’s bracelet! <3
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A man of words and not of deeds
A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds,
And when the weeds begin to grow
It’s like a garden full of snow,
And when the snow begins to fall
It’s like a bird upon the wall,
And when the bird away does fly
It’s like an eagle in the sky,
And when the sky begins to roar
It’s like a lion at the door,
And when the door begins to crack
It’s like a stick across your back,
And when your back begins to smart
It’s like a penknife in your heart,
And when your heart begins to bleed
You’re dead, and dead, and dead indeed.
Unknown author, can be found in “A History of Nursery Rhymes” by Percy B. Green
Grief is like the ocean: it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love.
Samantha Walker, One Tree Hill
Expectations
I have a lot of expectations. About myself, but about others too. The standard I set is high, but in my defense, I give a lot too, so somehow it’s fair in my mind.
A lot of the time people don’t meet the expectations I’ve set out for them. With the expectations I have, that’s only natural I guess. But sometimes I wonder, do I really expect that much? Is it really that much to ask that my best friend calls me after my grandma died? It’s been two weeks now, and all I’ve got is a lousy text, about 10 days after it happened, after I tried to call her 5 times. And then the text says “I’m here for you”, but her actions show otherwise.
And then the stubborness in me emerges. And I refuse to call her, because I think, just this once, she should call me.
Stephen Fry reading the Harry Potter books is just the best combination ever. I love his British accent and the way he does voices and everything is just perfect.
the third brother then greeted death as a friend, and went with him gladly, departing as equals.
(via i-am-lord-trolldemort)
- “This is your copy of Advanced Potion-Making, is it, Potter?”
- “Yes,” said Harry, still breathing hard.
- “You’re quite sure of that, are you, Potter?”
- “Yes,” said Harry, with a touch more defiance.
- “This is the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that you purchased from Florish and Blotts?”
- “Yes,” said Harry firmly.
- “Then why,” asked Snape, “does it have the name ‘Roonil Wazlib’ written inside the front cover?”
- Harry’s heart missed a beat. “That’s my nickname,” he said.
- “Your nickname,“ repeated Snape.
- “Yeah… that’s what my friends call me,” said Harry.
The only thing that Voldemort does not understand is love.
Well, what Harry said is the most useful when we’re trying to tell them apart! When we come face to face with one down a dark alley we’re going to be having a shufti to see if it’s solid, aren’t we, we’re not going to be asking, ‘Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?’
Ron Weasley
Sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often
Once Upon A Time ∞ Nikita ∞ Revenge
Pretty Little Liars ∞ Castle ∞ Being Erica
Cougar Town ∞ The O.C. ∞ Bones
House ∞ Homeland ∞ The Good Wife
Grey's Anatomy ∞ Hart of Dixie
Desperate Housewives ∞ Dexter
