I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who’s ever lived: I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever.
"Do you think our love can take us away together?"
"I think our love can do anything we want it to."
No, Harry!" Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black.
”If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.
Something flickered in Black’s shadowed eyes.
”Lie down,” he said quietly to Ron. “You will damage that leg even more.”
”Did you hear me?” Ron said weakly, though he was clinging painfully to Harry to stay upright. “You’ll have to kill all three of us!
So, it’s Holy Week and I’m having my annual “sacrifice,” which means that I’m taking a break from one of the things that I enjoy doing. This year, I chose not to open Twitter (that’s right) for five straight days. and that means all my fangirling activities are put on hold, too. This is not an easy task, I should tell you, but it gives me more time to sleep and watch movies, which I sort of miss.
I just realized one thing out of all the ~katigangan~ and that’s how, for the last six months (?), fangirling has replaced my usual daydreaming. I’m a daydreamer, and I love to daydream about myself (which is not really me or I don’t know, cause even my “daydream self” is confusing, but anyway) living another life, being all romantic and independent and shit. I haven’t been able to daydream about me and my made-up shenanigans for quite some time because fangirling is a commitment (amirite), and I sort of miss having my usual made-up boy toy. So, it makes me ~really~ happy that I’m back to business once again (!) Now that I’m not fangirling, I have all the time in the world to construct my alternate, imaginary life. Yey.
P.S. My imaginary self is currently residing in London, and she’s being very independent. And her next-door neighbor is a cutiepie, who is an art school teacher. He loves kids, btw. They’ll fall in love because I said so.
P.P.S. I’m aware of how creepy this may seem. But I do this for fun, you boring turtle.
If you can’t handle me randomly blurting out song lyrics that relate to what you just said, we can’t be friends
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
The Killers - Shot at the Night
Give me a moment, some kind of mysterious…