My dad and I were talking about the Harry Potter movies and books and he realized something. He said it was ironic how everyone thought before there were going to be seven movies, but there ended up being eight. Just like the pieces of Voldemorts soul. There were supposed to be seven, but there ended up being eight…
fucking stop. what the hell just happened to life.
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the year is 2053. a girl lays on her bed wearing vintage ugg boots. ‘I was born in the wrong generation’ she sighs as she listens to taylor swift and cries over a one direction poster.
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