Stuff I Reblog:
What do you wanna know?
Harry Potter; The Mortal Instruments/The Infernal Devices; The Hunger Games; Glee; Books; God; Once Upon A Time; Chronicles of Narnia; Detroit Tigers; Disney; Pretty Little Liars; One Direction; FRIENDS; Whatever I Am Currently Obsessed With At The Moment; & A Bunch Of Other Random Stuff.
I may rant about something every now and then, so I thank you in advance for your forgiveness. :)
Friends, Books, Music, & Movies/TV are my life. <3
Love is fascinating to me. It's incredible how so much pain and joy can come from the same thing. I blog and reblog stuff about love a lot.
Not sure exactly what the hell critics have been whining about. I think the song Harry wrote for Ariana sounds absolutely gorgeous, but whatever.
(This isn’t even biased—I actually do think it’s a pretty, heartbreaking song.)
I was told (by a priest) that I didn’t have a choice to be gay or straight; I was gay and I had a choice to be authentic about who I am or hide it, and that God was really proud of the choice I had made.
That’s literally how it should be for everyone, because that’s how God actually feels, I think.
And this, friends, is the proper Christian response to coming out. I am so glad that you had this support.
"Harry Styles is dating/reuniting with this or that girl…"
"Harry Styles now agrees with such and such practice/political stance…"
"Harry Styles is really pissed off about something a band member did/does…"
"Harry Styles is going solo…"
Every time someone believes the bullshit the media puts out about this kid, somewhere, a kitten dies.
Everyone, please. Think of the kittens.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard