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I am steph. 19, New Zealand.

vohadka:

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"I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I’m not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it." - Stephanie Perkins (via fantasygalaxy)
floristicly:

Luv

this-is-my-headspace:

Goblet of Fire: CEDRIC DIGGORY

Harry Potter: This is awesome 

Harry Potter: It’s gonna be such a fun year

Harry Potter: Hogwarts is definitely gonna win this thing

Goblet of Fire: HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter: I came out to have a good time -

Dumbledore: HARRY DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE

Harry Potter: I’m honestly feeling sO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW AND NO I DID NOT

tulililli:

captainkirkmccoy:

chaffeebicknell:

thebutterflysgrave:

am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me

am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel

does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy

And the riveting companion anthology of short stories: Am I Actually Getting Better or am I Ignoring My Problems

"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost." - Khalil Gibran (via emergentpattern)
minnaleunig:

© Minna Leunig 2014 | Instagram: minnaleunig
"Johnny said once, Eating with someone is really intimate
and it’s stuck with me. So I decline dates at restaurants
because he’s right and it’s too soon and, anyway,
maybe I’ll hate how these long-necked boys
who don’t know how to hold a fork eat. I’ve written
a lot of things for him, Johnny, more than he knows about.
I am 22 now so naturally I miss everyone.
I am 22 so I roll my eyes when someone says love.
Dad has the air conditioner all the way up but I’m still
waking up sweating. My brother has taken to degrading
women in that casual way that boys do—flick of the shoulder,
dark-eyed, he is my father in miniature, but I love him,
as sisters do, even if I don’t agree with his mouth.
I wanted this poem to go somewhere important
but I keep looking over my shoulder. I hate mornings.
I keep spilling my guts out to strangers on the internet,
and this is not the first time I waxed my legs for a boy.
We’re all fighting over who we’re going to take home
and I’m still pretending I can play the clarinet.
Everyone keeps complimenting my nail beds.
Remember mood rings? Mine stays black." - Kristina Haynes, “Johnny Said Once” (via fleurishes)

rneerkat:

wearing an outfit you like can make a day 10x better

lohrien:

Illustrations by Madalina Andronic

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