Hey guys i wrote a Spoby fanfic please read and pass it along! :-)
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Hey guys i wrote a Spoby fanfic please read and pass it along! :-)

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Best friend: Fred Weasley
Lover:Ā Draco Malfoy
Enemy:Ā Hagrid
Twin wand with:Ā Neville Longbottom
First kiss:Ā Ron Weasley
Killed by:Ā Luna lovegood
So I watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, & I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe. & Iāll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are; hope itās nice where you are. & I hope the sun shines, & itās a beautiful day, & something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.
(via yourenottheworld)
donāt you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they donāt realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories youād rather forget. but you canāt say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. theyād know how insecure you really are. so instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.
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(via mosebysprndl)
im glad so many people messaged me... oh wait no one did. talking to my best friend now. not about feelings. i wonder if she can tell. can anyone ever tell?Ā
Cross the line if you sometimes get the urge to cut again.

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12190.) I can't let go of you, cause that would mean letting go of all the memories as well, and I like those memories.
(via blogsecret)
I need you to understand that you have a direct influence on this world. That the more happiness you put out, the more you will get back. That sense of humor is what winds your heart and a young mind is what moves your feet. I need you to see the talent you have been given, and what a tragedy it would be if you didnāt entertain that to its fullest extent. But most of all, I need you to believe. God, all I want is for you to believe that you are worth it. Every smile. Every hug. Every āthank you.ā Fuck, if thatās not the only real shit left in this God damned world. This moment is not as bad as you think. Itās not. I say this as a fact.
Christopher Gutierrez (via w0rkinprogress)
And if I asked you, truthfully, if you cared if you lived or died?
Honestly? I'm not miserable enough to kill myself, but I have nothing to live for. I'm alone. I go about this daily routine like it's nothing. Every day, same old, same old. Nothing ever changes. And I keep telling myself it's going to get better... it has to get better! But then, it doesn't. Just the same old routine... There are days when I don't even speak. Just because there's no one to listen. So in short, no. I don't care.
Honestly... I care. I want you to care. I... I don't want to have to live without you.
You just don't want someone's blood on your hands.