The ghetto mother fucker you become when you're mad
July 2011
That awkward moment when you don't know how to continue a conversation with someone you care about and you just sound really boring.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Alan Rickman
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
I could sleep with his voice.
That awkward moment when you're trying to get the good guys to become Death Eaters, and Neville wants to say something.
When I start singing a song and people join in.
Did I invite you?
"If we're not meant to have midnight snacks, then why is there a light in the fridge?"
Lord Voldemort's movie titles.
Harry Potter and I’m Stuck To The Back Of A Head.
Harry Potter and the Evil Plan Which Only Killed Some Annoying Ravenclaw Bitch.
Harry Potter and Fuck I Wasn’t In This Movie.
Harry Potter and the Time I Was Reborn From A Fetus.
Harry Potter and I Share Dreams.
Harry Potter and The Really Important Movie I Wasn’t Relevant In Either.
Harry Potter and Shit I Was Hardly In This One Either.
Harry Potter and the Time I Would Have Gotten Away With It If It Wasn’t For Those Meddling Kids.
Reblog if you love Harry Potter.
LOOK AT THE NOTES
NOTES BITCHES. LET’S GET TO 3 MILLIONS.
Reblogging this for the fifth time!
reblog.
