When You’re Obsessed With Something But Have Already Seen All Of It And Consumed All Fan Content For

Me: *is feeling bad* Also me: *can’t think of a way to make it funny* Brain: can’t talk about it then

I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.

Banksy (via psych-facts)

Katara: aang how do I get revenge on those who have forsaken me?

Aang: the best revenge is letting go and living well

Katara:…

Katara: zuko how do I get-

mentally eel

Harry describing Draco: that gleaming white-blond hair tho. those glittering pale grey eyes tho. that smirk and that swagger and that drawling voice tho. that pale skin tho. that faint blush tho. 

Harry describing Ginny: red hair 

I hate when people ask me “Why are you so quiet?”

Because I am. That’s how I function.

I don’t ask others “Why are you so noisy? Why do you talk so much?”

It’s rude.

Being weird together in museums is a love language

*has my feelings surgically removed*

(annoyed british butler voice) sir... that's somewhat cringe

i’m glad my mom caused most of my childhood trauma instead of my dad so my therapy sessions can pass the bechdel test