I don’t think I’m ever going to stop being angry at Voldemort’s death in the movie
He was mEANT TO DIE AS NO MORE THAN A MAN IN THE END. IT WAS IMPORTANT.
How the fuck does
“Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snake-like face vacant and unknowing.”
Stephen Fry, the closest thing there is to a deity in my life.
i wish more people would understand this.
he’s an atheist, which is weird because i often think he may be a god.
I’m glad someone else has said this. Someone people listen to.
a hilarious joke
three cats are competing in a race. there’s an american cat named “one two three”, a german cat named “ein zwei drei”, and a french cat named “un deux trois”. the cats all swim across a lake. the american cat finishes first, the german cat finishes second, but the french cat is nowhere to be found.
because the un deux trois quatre cinq
Tom’s mum again…
He may actually return home tonight, tomorrow afternoon was a worse-case scenario. Lets all hope that’s the case.
please stay seated for the entire performance: To all those who care about Tom, I’m his mother, he asked me to write...
To all those who care about Tom,
I’m his mother, he asked me to write this just in case people were wondering.
Tom was taken to hospital last night after a panic attack that progressed to heart palpitations. He’s alive, he’s not well but he’s in the best care we can get him. He should be discharged tomorrow afternoon if all goes to plan.
For those who know him personally, he cannot accept visitors due to the nature of the illness but if you could leave him some kind of a message saying that you care, both he and I would immensely appreciate that as obviously his spirits are not the highest right now and he needs all the help he can get, as small as the message is, to help him get through this difficult period.
Whether you leave it on his phone, on here or on facebook doesn’t matter, he will have access to them all when he is discharged.
The beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies slowed down and layered over The Ballad of Mona Lisa.
Oh my god
Oh my god
Well that took all of 2 seconds for me to hit the reblog button.
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO SING ALONG TO