I Wake Up In The Morning And I Feel Like Im Missing Something. I Know That Theres Something Not Right,

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I know that there’s something not right, it takes me a while to remember what it is…and then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person. It’s all coming back on me now.

Where Rainbows End (via creatingnikki)

Shrewd Slytherin

We are Slytherin. We are green and silver. We are the crushing of the waves. We are shadows and currents.

We are the calm before a storm and suggestive smirks in class. We are the legends that linger forever. Sometimes our tounges are sharper than our knives. Sometimes our smiles are more cruel than our revenge. Our condolences. We are the heroes that lived too long. We are the Kings and Queens of Kings and Queens. And heavy weighs the crown. We are the moon in the sky and the snow on the ground. We are the ballet dancers that rock. We are the northern lights in the polar night. We are beautiful and sharp and crystal clear.

And breakable.

We embrace our shadows and keep our chin high. And sometimes the dark comes seeping in. Sometimes our own weapons turn against us. Sometimes it’s hard to keep the head clear. To focus. Sometimes our control crumbles. And is taken away. Sometimes it’s impossible to hold on.

Sometimes I realise my mistake. And sometimes I ponder if I am one. And then they are there. Screaming: Yes. Yes, you are… Someone who can’t even do this simple task.

Sometimes I hide from them. In my room. I can hear them scream and yell downstairs. Upstairs. On the other side of the door. And sometimes I am happy that I am so lonely. Because at least I don’t have to listen to them. And sometimes I think: Why bother? At all?

But then there you are: The calm after the storm. The boulder in the stream. My rock. And your voice is soft:

“Want to feel alive?”

And I chuckle. Because you have come to know me so well. And you take my hand and lead me away from them.

And we conquer the world. We hoist our colours and take a gulp of freedom. We are the snake with its cunning and wisdom. We are the sea. A roaring and a calm. And we will write history and prophecies.

Because we want to.

{However, please, don’t push me.}

Bookworms in A Song of Ice and Fire

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only one.”

on losing friends-

sometimes we lose friends and i don’t know what is more painful -  them walking out of our lives slowly, day by day, minute by minute  or  them running out of it like we are the fire and they are covered in gasoline.

  what’s more painful? losing a bit of them daily? or waking up and suddenly realizing that they left in the middle of the night without even looking back once?

(via justscribbledwords)

The Signs, though:

Aries: badass, gryffindor, hella estp, aggressive, outgoing, extravert, life of the party, adrenaline junkie

Me (an Aries): shy, cries a lot, slytherin, infj to the max, scared of people, likes books, hates social situations, please save me

life’s gifts

“exquisite isn’t it?” She felt him caressing her cheek in a swift movement “life i mean. it’s an incredible paradox. there is beauty in the most mundane of things.” He smiled and she felt her chest tighten “holding hands down the street. innocent laughs that leave you gasping for air. secret looks that have too much emotion.” His hand fell to his side and he took a step back, his eyes never leaving her face and he sighed. Suddenly memories filled her view. Blissful memories showing her the times she used to spend with her friends laughing at nonsense, the times she would blush and look away when she was caught looking at him although she wanted him to know and the times their shoulders would bump in the sidewalk and then somehow their fingers would found themselves in each other’s grasp. Things she never thought would ever stop being. And she remembered how much it hurt when they stopped. She realized she also loved the most mundane of stuff as well. “i believe those are the sweetest of gifts life can give you. and i aspire to realize and appreciate them before they are gone. because sometimes it’s just too late to realize you lost something you took for granted.” At last, all she saw was his shadow growing smaller as he walked away and she felt the lightest of tears falling down her cheek. Indeed life’s gifts were truly magnificent, it was as pity realization always came too late.