as you read the words i wrote, i couldn't speak
Signe, 25, Hogwarts

I love the smell of snow, and the way it sounds when you step on it, I love the smell of coffee beans, but I don't like coffee. I love rainy days and reading a great book in my favorite chair.
love Harry Potter, Rupert Grint, Hanson, Emma Watson, Keira Knightley, Robert Sheehan, Daniel Radcliffe, books, quotes, pretty pictures, Dawson's Creek, Gilmore Girls and so many others


"Don't feel stupid if you don't like what others pretend to love"
- Emma Watson




c0nfidence-kills: This is an elderly man who lives in my town. His wife died back in 2008. And every single day since then he has visited her at the graveyard. No matter if it is raining, thunder storming, snowing or sunny, he brings a lawn chair with him and flowers and sits down by her grave for multiple hours of the day. 365 days a year you can find him out there. It would mean the world to me if everyone could get his story out there, to let people know, true love does exist and last.

c0nfidence-kills:

This is an elderly man who lives in my town. His wife died back in 2008. And every single day since then he has visited her at the graveyard. No matter if it is raining, thunder storming, snowing or sunny, he brings a lawn chair with him and flowers and sits down by her grave for multiple hours of the day. 365 days a year you can find him out there. It would mean the world to me if everyone could get his story out there, to let people know, true love does exist and last.



cateye: suicideblonde There is a question I have been wanting to understand the answer to, but have been feeling that I simply can’t ask. Eventually I just ask it anyway:Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together? Immediately, I wish that I hadn’t. The look on her face—a kind of juddering visceral alarm at what has been said…I don’t wish to see that look many more times in my life. “That would make me way too sad to answer,” she says quickly, and I hurriedly begin another question, about something completely different, hoping that if I say it fast enough these new words will chase the old words away from where they are hanging in the air between us, and maybe she will let me pretend that it was something I never said. “No, no,” she says, and I can see the tears forming, and I think she means that she doesn’t want to answer any more questions about anything. I mutter some kind of apology under my breath. But, even now, I’m wrong about everything. Mostly she is just trying to stop my new question. She has something to tell me. “No,” she says. “I said it would make me too sad to answer but it’s also…”—and she nods even as her voice breaks once more with tears—”…one of my favorite things to imagine.” And through the tears, a beaming, almost beatific smile stretches room-wide across her face. “It’s actually one of my favorite places to visit.” Michelle Williams by Chris Heath for GQ, February 2012

cateye:

suicideblonde

There is a question I have been wanting to understand the answer to, but have been feeling that I simply can’t ask. Eventually I just ask it anyway:

Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?

Immediately, I wish that I hadn’t. The look on her face—a kind of juddering visceral alarm at what has been said…I don’t wish to see that look many more times in my life. “That would make me way too sad to answer,” she says quickly, and I hurriedly begin another question, about something completely different, hoping that if I say it fast enough these new words will chase the old words away from where they are hanging in the air between us, and maybe she will let me pretend that it was something I never said.

“No, no,” she says, and I can see the tears forming, and I think she means that she doesn’t want to answer any more questions about anything. I mutter some kind of apology under my breath.

But, even now, I’m wrong about everything. Mostly she is just trying to stop my new question. She has something to tell me.

“No,” she says. “I said it would make me too sad to answer but it’s also…”—and she nods even as her voice breaks once more with tears—”…one of my favorite things to imagine.” And through the tears, a beaming, almost beatific smile stretches room-wide across her face. “It’s actually one of my favorite places to visit.”

Michelle Williams by Chris Heath for GQ, February 2012