
Suffers from Moderate-Major depression and Borderline Personality Disorder,
I get angry, I rant. I get sad, I'll write saying why. I reblog a load of shit that makes me happy, sad, makes me laugh, or is something I love. This is me.Sometimes I get shy and won't reply, I'm not rude, its just anxiety.
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the look on their faces though. its like “omfg, charles. charles, charles. THE HUMAN IS WAVING. WAVE BACK, HURRY.”
This is the best thing I have ever seen
BEARS
reblogging again because I cannot fucking contain myself so cute
omggggggHAVE YOU ALL LEARNED NOTHING FROM MISTER STEPHEN COLBERT.

j-sh:
j-sh:
life makes sense now
the cat in the background omFGGG
i just legit laughed out loud for a good ten seconds
OMFG DID ANYONE NOTICE THE CAT HEAD STICKING OUT OF THE CEILING OMFG
OMFG IM CRYINGGGGG
^THIS IS MY SECOND TIME REBLOGGING THIS. THE FIRST TIME I DIDN’T NOTICE THE CAT COMING OUT OF THE CEILING LMFAO
Oh. My. God.
The first thing Snape asks Harry is “Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” According to Victorian Flower Language, asphodel is a type of lily meaning ‘My regrets follow you to the grave’ and wormwood means ‘absence’ and also typically symbolized bitter sorrow. If you combined that, it meant ‘I bitterly regret Lily’s death’.
And to think that the other night I had a dream that I lived with John Green(and a few of my friends) and he was actually just a giant douchebag. Mind what are you thinking? There’s no way John Green is an actual real life douchebag.

