I need to stop falling in love with my idea of people.

Note to self  (via moaka)

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fluerly:

im actually really afraid that no one will fall in love with me

(via sexybitch-88)

Be soft, kind and loving. But also take nobody’s shit.

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vickified:


“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

Countdown: many different short stories all about the same thing, the count down to your souls mate

You met her online. It started with a roleplay, little messages discussing where to go next or how much they loved the latest reply. Then it turned into joking. And then worry, when you heard she has family troubles. When you have your first skype conversation, you immediately think, “She’s beautiful.” Not in the normal way, though. Not in the goodness-gracious-i’d-love-to-kiss-that-face way. You just loved everything about her—her smile, and the freckles on her nose, and the way she’d make faces at the camera when you weren’t looking.
Once, she told you she loves you. You repeated the words back. Every one came from the heart. You glanced at the Timer on your wrist. The days were still counting down. 
You love her, though, you were sure of that. She is your best friend. You know you want to spend your life with her. You consider that perhaps it isn’t meant to be. Perhaps the Timer only counts for romance. Perhaps your friendship won’t last forever.
The thought is terrifying, and you shut it out immediately.
Two years later, you tell her about a convention you’ll be attending. The two of you dress up in your stupid cosplays, just to make up for her not being there. Someday, you tell yourself. Someday.
You go to the con. There’s a ticking in your ear that’s driving you insane. It’s in sync with your pulse. You glare down at your Timer, and your blood runs cold.
There’s five minutes counting down. Five minutes until you meet your soulmate. This is it. This will be the person who you will share everything with. You will never love anyone more.
You think of your friend, and it makes your heart ache.
You stay in place, closing your eyes tight. The ticking grows louder. It’s ringing in your ears.
Four minutes.
Someone asks if you’re alright. You nod. 
Three minutes.
Your heart is racing too fast. It hurts. It hurts.
Two minutes.
You pray that time will stop. It doesn’t.
One minute.
You realize you don’t want to meet your soulmate. If it’s not /her/ who else could it be?
Zero. A hand taps your shoulder. A voice says, “Yo.”
You open your eyes to a face you know better than any other and scream.

Your timer is broken. This, you are most certain of. You remember when you were eight, you were being taught at your school all about the little numbers on your wrist that you always asked your parents about. You cried so hard, you had to be removed from your classroom, and your parents had to pick you up. It was the worst day of your life. And a reminder of that day was permanently on your wrist, all those little zeros neatly lined up in a row, mocking you, like all the little kids in your class did.
You were eighteen now, and seeing everyone so happy with their soulmates doesn’t hurt as bad as it used to. It’s more like a small little slap on your arm, and a gentle whisper of “Look, this is what you’re missing.” Yeah, it’s not so bad, really. You don’t think about it much. Your parents don’t talk to you about it, nor do the few friends you have. They know it’s a sensitive subject. They know that the wristband covering your timer isn’t a fashion statement.
Being eighteen meant that you were ready to leave your parents’ house, and you had worked your ass off to save up enough money to start off the rest of your lonely life. You were actually in the middle of packing your things right now. Well, before your father respected your privacy by knocking but asserting his authority by coming in anyways. At least he doesn’t own a battering ram.
"Hey dad," You said, wiping off the imaginary dust on your favorite hoodie as you stood to face him. He gave you this sort of smile, one that meant he was excited about what he was about to tell you. Or that he had a new pun to tell you. Assuming the latter, you asked him what the pun of the day was. He just laughed and shook his head.
No, no puns today, kiddo,” He says, and it confuses you. What could he be excited about this time? He gestures for you to follow him, and you do, very curious as to why he was excited. Maybe he found some funny YouTube video.
As you followed him downstairs, you heard two voices conversing in the living room. One was your mother, who was supposed to be away on a business trip. And the other one was someone you didn’t recognise. This was odd, considering she almost never brought her coworkers home.
Downstairs, you suddenly felt severely underdressed in your hoodie and baggy jeans. Your mother was in one of her Corporate Cathie suits, and the stranger, who looked your age, was wearing a button-up shirt and a vest. They were the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on. And you’ve never actually felt that way towards anyone that wasn’t a fictional character
No, this was bad. You were doomed to a life of solitude. Your fucking timer is broken, just like you! No no no! And this person, whatever their gender identity was, because fuck if you knew, just stood there. And smiled. Like they had no idea of the inner turmoil they were causing you. Well, they didn’t, but that’s beside the point! Your father was gently pushing you towards your mother and the really attractive stranger, which you gave a very dignified squeak to.
"Now, now," Your father chuckled lightly at what seemed like your pain. "That’s no way to greet your soulmate."
What.
At the mention of this, the smile on the stranger’s face only widened. There was no way this beautiful creature was your soulmate. Did you forget to mention that they seemed to emit perfection with every breath they took, while you most likely resembled a donkey mid-bray? You thoughts were halted, as the stranger had begun to speak
"At the age of two, my parents took me on vacation with them at this very town. It was here that my parents told me that my timer went out, while I was playing in one of your parks," They explained, stepping closer, and holding out their wrist. Their timer also had zeros on it, you noticed. "I wasn’t told until I was older, and I’ve spent the last year searching. And, I have finally found you."
You don’t think you’ve ever smiled this wide, if at all, in your life.

Another day. Another agonizing day walking in the city. You look around and see couples. A middle aged couple walking together with their daughter, an older couple sitting near a bench hand entwined, a younger couple who are bubbly and laughing. You stop short when you see a girl nervously looking around. She is glancing at her wrist and looking around. 
You know what is coming. She is about to meet her soulmate. You can’t tear your eyes away. You start looking for an equally frantic boy. Your eyes search among the crowd until it stops on a boy, a few years older than her, you suppose. He’s tall and built well. Dark hair. Just like James. You watch as the meeting unfolds. In the midst of their searching, they find each other and smile. They start talking and begin walking down the trail deeper into the park. 
You are stuck. You don’t dare look at your wrist. You can’t bear to see the zeroes it will forever be stuck on. Memories flood back. Meeting James, your wedding, a beautiful life, the crash…the funeral. Too soon. You barely had him for a few years. You miss him everyday. You miss the conversations. The feeling of loving someone. 
You have to bring yourself back to reality. You have to look at your wrist, you have to remind yourself that you are now alon-you glance down and your heart stops dead. You blink a few times to try and comprehend what you are seeing. Your clock reads 254:43:12:11. You begin to hope.

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david-stridah:

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vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

Countdown: many different short stories all about the same thing, the count down to your souls mate

You met her online. It started with a roleplay, little messages discussing where to go next or how much they loved the latest reply. Then it turned into joking. And then worry, when you heard she has family troubles. When you have your first skype conversation, you immediately think, “She’s beautiful.” Not in the normal way, though. Not in the goodness-gracious-i’d-love-to-kiss-that-face way. You just loved everything about her—her smile, and the freckles on her nose, and the way she’d make faces at the camera when you weren’t looking.

Once, she told you she loves you. You repeated the words back. Every one came from the heart. You glanced at the Timer on your wrist. The days were still counting down. 

You love her, though, you were sure of that. She is your best friend. You know you want to spend your life with her. You consider that perhaps it isn’t meant to be. Perhaps the Timer only counts for romance. Perhaps your friendship won’t last forever.

The thought is terrifying, and you shut it out immediately.

Two years later, you tell her about a convention you’ll be attending. The two of you dress up in your stupid cosplays, just to make up for her not being there. Someday, you tell yourself. Someday.

You go to the con. There’s a ticking in your ear that’s driving you insane. It’s in sync with your pulse. You glare down at your Timer, and your blood runs cold.

There’s five minutes counting down. Five minutes until you meet your soulmate. This is it. This will be the person who you will share everything with. You will never love anyone more.

You think of your friend, and it makes your heart ache.

You stay in place, closing your eyes tight. The ticking grows louder. It’s ringing in your ears.

Four minutes.

Someone asks if you’re alright. You nod. 

Three minutes.

Your heart is racing too fast. It hurts. It hurts.

Two minutes.

You pray that time will stop. It doesn’t.

One minute.

You realize you don’t want to meet your soulmate. If it’s not /her/ who else could it be?

Zero. A hand taps your shoulder. A voice says, “Yo.”

You open your eyes to a face you know better than any other and scream.

Your timer is broken. This, you are most certain of. You remember when you were eight, you were being taught at your school all about the little numbers on your wrist that you always asked your parents about. You cried so hard, you had to be removed from your classroom, and your parents had to pick you up. It was the worst day of your life. And a reminder of that day was permanently on your wrist, all those little zeros neatly lined up in a row, mocking you, like all the little kids in your class did.

You were eighteen now, and seeing everyone so happy with their soulmates doesn’t hurt as bad as it used to. It’s more like a small little slap on your arm, and a gentle whisper of “Look, this is what you’re missing.” Yeah, it’s not so bad, really. You don’t think about it much. Your parents don’t talk to you about it, nor do the few friends you have. They know it’s a sensitive subject. They know that the wristband covering your timer isn’t a fashion statement.

Being eighteen meant that you were ready to leave your parents’ house, and you had worked your ass off to save up enough money to start off the rest of your lonely life. You were actually in the middle of packing your things right now. Well, before your father respected your privacy by knocking but asserting his authority by coming in anyways. At least he doesn’t own a battering ram.

"Hey dad," You said, wiping off the imaginary dust on your favorite hoodie as you stood to face him. He gave you this sort of smile, one that meant he was excited about what he was about to tell you. Or that he had a new pun to tell you. Assuming the latter, you asked him what the pun of the day was. He just laughed and shook his head.

No, no puns today, kiddo,” He says, and it confuses you. What could he be excited about this time? He gestures for you to follow him, and you do, very curious as to why he was excited. Maybe he found some funny YouTube video.

As you followed him downstairs, you heard two voices conversing in the living room. One was your mother, who was supposed to be away on a business trip. And the other one was someone you didn’t recognise. This was odd, considering she almost never brought her coworkers home.

Downstairs, you suddenly felt severely underdressed in your hoodie and baggy jeans. Your mother was in one of her Corporate Cathie suits, and the stranger, who looked your age, was wearing a button-up shirt and a vest. They were the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on. And you’ve never actually felt that way towards anyone that wasn’t a fictional character

No, this was bad. You were doomed to a life of solitude. Your fucking timer is broken, just like you! No no no! And this person, whatever their gender identity was, because fuck if you knew, just stood there. And smiled. Like they had no idea of the inner turmoil they were causing you. Well, they didn’t, but that’s beside the point! Your father was gently pushing you towards your mother and the really attractive stranger, which you gave a very dignified squeak to.

"Now, now," Your father chuckled lightly at what seemed like your pain. "That’s no way to greet your soulmate."

What.

At the mention of this, the smile on the stranger’s face only widened. There was no way this beautiful creature was your soulmate. Did you forget to mention that they seemed to emit perfection with every breath they took, while you most likely resembled a donkey mid-bray? You thoughts were halted, as the stranger had begun to speak

"At the age of two, my parents took me on vacation with them at this very town. It was here that my parents told me that my timer went out, while I was playing in one of your parks," They explained, stepping closer, and holding out their wrist. Their timer also had zeros on it, you noticed. "I wasn’t told until I was older, and I’ve spent the last year searching. And, I have finally found you."

You don’t think you’ve ever smiled this wide, if at all, in your life.

Another day. Another agonizing day walking in the city. You look around and see couples. A middle aged couple walking together with their daughter, an older couple sitting near a bench hand entwined, a younger couple who are bubbly and laughing. You stop short when you see a girl nervously looking around. She is glancing at her wrist and looking around. 

You know what is coming. She is about to meet her soulmate. You can’t tear your eyes away. You start looking for an equally frantic boy. Your eyes search among the crowd until it stops on a boy, a few years older than her, you suppose. He’s tall and built well. Dark hair. Just like James. You watch as the meeting unfolds. In the midst of their searching, they find each other and smile. They start talking and begin walking down the trail deeper into the park. 

You are stuck. You don’t dare look at your wrist. You can’t bear to see the zeroes it will forever be stuck on. Memories flood back. Meeting James, your wedding, a beautiful life, the crash…the funeral. Too soon. You barely had him for a few years. You miss him everyday. You miss the conversations. The feeling of loving someone. 

You have to bring yourself back to reality. You have to look at your wrist, you have to remind yourself that you are now alon-you glance down and your heart stops dead. You blink a few times to try and comprehend what you are seeing. Your clock reads 254:43:12:11. You begin to hope.

(Source: illness-and-instruments, via infinitestivala)

nobody is perfect after you fall in love with them

nobody is perfect after you fall in love with them

(via the-personal-quotes)

itsthestartofinfinity:

Happy Potter, the boy who laughed

Happy Potter and the Smiling Stone
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Smiles
Happy Potter and the Comedian of Azkaban
Happy Potter and the Goblet of Giggles
Happy Potter and the Order of Puppies
Happy Potter and the Happy Bubbly Prince
Harry Potter and the Lively Hallows.
Join Happy Potter,Hermione Giggler, andRon Wheezing, in a hilarious adventure to make the Dark Lord laugh.
Lord Loldemort is depressed and angry because he isn’t like Happy Potter or Albust Out Laughing Dumbledore. He is joined by a band of equally depressed Laugh Eaters, like Belowtricks LeStrange, and Losinit Malfoy.
Happy must go through many jokes and playful riddles, facing Severe Huss Snape, finding Loldemort’s mysterious Whorecruxes… Which are the only thing that can make him laugh.
Happy is joined by his ragtag team of ex-clowns, Siriusly Black, Remus Laughing, Tinks, The Wheezings, Mad-Eye Not-Moody, Kingsley Cacklebolt, and many others. Together they can save the Wizarding world from sure peril.

OHMYFUCKINGOD.
foreverrebloggingohmygodicantstoplaughing <3
LOST THE ABILITY TO CAN.

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Happy Potter, the boy who laughed

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Happy Potter and the Smiling Stone

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Smiles

Happy Potter and the Comedian of Azkaban

Happy Potter and the Goblet of Giggles

Happy Potter and the Order of Puppies

Happy Potter and the Happy Bubbly Prince

Harry Potter and the Lively Hallows.

Join Happy Potter,
Hermione Giggler, and
Ron Wheezing,
in a hilarious adventure to make the Dark Lord laugh.

Lord Loldemort is depressed and angry because he isn’t like Happy Potter or Albust Out Laughing Dumbledore. He is joined by a band of equally depressed Laugh Eaters, like Belowtricks LeStrange, and Losinit Malfoy.

Happy must go through many jokes and playful riddles, facing Severe Huss Snape, finding Loldemort’s mysterious Whorecruxes… Which are the only thing that can make him laugh.

Happy is joined by his ragtag team of ex-clowns, Siriusly Black, Remus Laughing, Tinks, The Wheezings, Mad-Eye Not-Moody, Kingsley Cacklebolt, and many others. Together they can save the Wizarding world from sure peril.

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OHMYFUCKINGOD.

foreverrebloggingohmygodicantstoplaughing <3

LOST THE ABILITY TO CAN.

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Okay so here is the result of the Tumblr Accent Challenge.

I hope you’re happy.

And… Enjoy?

sorry if i sound like an 8 year old

Phineas: So What do you say Isabella? Are you ready to take the next step?
Isabella: Oh Phineas, yes! I've been right here in front of you all along just waiting for you to...oh, wait. You were talking about the puppet weren't you?
Phineas: Well yeah. What were you talking about?
Isabella: Nothing! I, uh, was just-- [nervous laugh] hey, where's Perry?
--Return of the Rogue Rabbit

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