Don’t fall in love with lanky boys with sandy hair and scars don’t fall in love with bookish dudes who wear tattered tweed blazers and drink unhealthy amounts of tea don’t fall in love with boys who are infatuated with boys in leather jackets who fly around on motorbikes basically don’t fall in love with Remus Lupin because he’s already in love with Sirius Black.
Sirius wearing Remus’ sweaters all the time and then one morning Remus has a really hard time finding anything to wear so he grabs Sirius’ white ripped t-shirt and he throws on the leather jacket and when Sirius sees him he dies and falls to the floor because damn that werewolf is hot
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again
I made an old lady blush today at work because she ordered two senior coffees and I said “SENIOR ? I’m sorry miss, i’m going to have to ask to see some ID.” and she covered her mouth and went “Oh dear me” and couldn’t stop smiling
“i don’t feel like i m in the right world, the right time the right place. there’s somewhere else i’m supposed to be at at the moment. something else i’m supposed to be doing. but i can’t seem to grasp what that thing is.”—(via psych-facts)