Sometimes I get anxiety about not staying up late enough. I’m not the one in the corner, but if anyone was like, ‘I want to go home and watch The Big Lebowski,’ I’d be right there with my hand up.
get to know me meme: [2/10] favorite movies
harry potter and the order of the phoenix
Beautiful su We Heart It.
Tres metros sobre el cielo ♥
My head snaps around at the hiss, but it takes awhile to believe he’s real. How could he have gotten here? I take in the claw marks from some wild animal, the back paw he holds slightly above the ground, the prominent bones in his face. He’s come on foot, then, all the way from 13. Maybe they kicked him out or maybe he just bones in his face. He’s come on foot, then, all the way from 13. Maybe they kicked him out or maybe he just couldn’t stand it there without her, so he came looking.
"It was the waste of a trip. She’s not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully.
"Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks.
"She’s dead." I clutch my middle to dull the pain. Sink down on my heels, rocking the pillow, crying. "She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead."
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Odio el sentimiento de sentirme sola, siempre.