I'm so tired of being lonely. And I'm really sick of random intervals of crying. Especially after stupidly dreaming of a life where I actually get to be with you. Of a life where I have that blissful happiness that comes with togetherness. All I have right now is a dreadful fear of growing old, pining after something I can't have, waiting for someone to love me.
“But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”—Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)
“One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.”—Karen Marie Moning (Shadowfever)
“During the times of the Inquisition, European Christians used to burn homosexuals in addition to suspected witches. However, these poor men and women were not deemed significant enough by the Catholic Church to be given their own stakes upon which to die, but were instead simply tied up and thrown on the bonfire “with the other faggots,” faggots being a stack of wood used for kindling. This is where we get “flaming” from as well.”
Let me tell you something about Severus Snape. We were best friends in Hogwarts. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in seventh year, I started going out with my first boyfriend James who I totally hated but then we got married, and Severus was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with James, he'd be like, "Why are you such a Mudblood?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-Order pool party, I was like, "Severus, I can't invite you, because I think you're a Death Eater." I mean I couldn't have a Death Eater at my party. There were gonna be Order of the Phoenix members there in their battle robes. I mean, right? He was a DEATH EATER. So then Voldemort called Dumbledore and started yelling at him, it was so retarded. And then he dropped out of the Order because no one would talk to him, and he came back in the fall to work for Dumbledore, all of his hair was greasy and he was totally weird, and now I guess he's Potions Master.
“To be happy, it first takes being comfortable being in your own shoes. The rest can work up from there. The hardest situation to stay happy, I think, is when you’re trying to find love, and yourself at the same time. It just doesn’t seem to fit well. So I believe that happiness is being able to wake up and just know that this is what you wanted, and not what somebody else wanted.”—Sophia Bush (via littlemiss)