Lauren, 17, senior, runner girl, wanna-be photographer. I love Taylor Swift, food, my friends, & my family.
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It’s very exciting. It’s exciting to be here. And it’s exciting to know that this is the end of a, sort of a musical era of my life that I’m very proud of. It’s also exciting to move onto the next one.
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thauwn:

this speaks to me

I’m sleepy and I wish I was kissing you.

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Muggles are not able to REBLOG this.

b3k4hhh:

pierce-the-tony:

wish-iwerent-here:

rawrawrawrimmahobo:

watchtheskytonight:

wicked-literature:

REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.

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my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack

I did it in the first try.

OH YEAH

OH MY GOD.

MY COMPUTER BROWSER FROZE AND I DIDN’T REALIZE IT. I COULDN’T BREATHE.

JESUS.

But the lack of notes truly worries me

Bam.

J

My mouse accidently slid off of the button and I was like, “dkfsafsa”

BAM. Not a muggle.

I knew my letter got lost!!

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lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Omg

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"One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do."
Douglas Coupland (via larmoyante)

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"Seventeen seems like the perfect age. Not naive like sixteen. Not feeling the pressures of daunting adulthood like eighteen. Just plain and simple, seventeen."
#5  (via floricawild)

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While you can still call home the place where your mother’s blood dwells, there you cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort. He shed her blood, but it lives on in you and her sister. Her blood became your refuge. You need to return there only once a year, but as long as you can still call it home, there he cannot hurt you. Your aunt knows this. I explained what I had done in the letter I left, with you, on her doorstep. She knows that allowing you houseroom may well have kept you alive for the past fifteen years.

runningxctf:

All I want is to talk to you, see you, have breakfast with you, stargaze with you, lay in one of our beds together for hours on end doing nothing but not really mind because at least you’re right there.

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