Soup2434
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aladdins mom
Joined: January 22, 2012
Last Seen: 9 years
Birthday: March 4
user id: 266537
Location: Hogsmeade (Orlando)
Gender: F
Joined: January 22, 2012
Last Seen: 9 years
Birthday: March 4
user id: 266537
Location: Hogsmeade (Orlando)
Gender: F
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+ Floridian
+Bangladeshi yo
+ Greatest Harry Potter fan out there.
+I play Quidditch, unproffesionally.
+ Fifth Harmony is spectacular
+ I spend most my time casting spells in a tree.
+ I'm a Floridian, Narnian, Harmonizer, & Hogwartian.
+ I'm so fly they call me Wingardium Leviosa
There's magic within us
Soup2434's Favorite Quotes
Whenever I actually get on my Witty anymore all I do is
read through the "top ever" quotes because that's
the old Witty. The Witty I miss. The One Direction fights the
Nutella quotes, and the awkward potato comments.
this guy
at my school shows up every day with like a fake wolf
tail clipped to his back belt loop, and I always see
him running from class to class and jumping over things
and he looks so happy to exist and sometimes he brings
a lil wolf puppet with him and he makes it run along
next to him on the strings
I’m just like u go wolf kid live ur dreams
I’m just like u go wolf kid live ur dreams
You never expect
it.
It's just background music, something you don't even notice, and the words and sounds just slip past as you focus on something else; on your drink, or your friends, or your book, or your body--
and then, suddenly you hear it.
It's that song. It jumps out at you, traps you in the memories forced to the front of your conciousness, because it's--
it's that song
from that time
and the memories fcking hurt, so you immediately cut off the music or cover your ears or talk so loud you don't have to listen.
But then you're stuck in the silence with the memories replaying behind your eyelids, and you will yourself not to cry.
Deep breaths.
In and out.
How could one song do this to you? (... You know why. It's because it's not just one song. It's memories and the person who made them for you, and every emotion they painted your heart with from then on.)
And the melody and all of it's shadows echo in your head.
So you excuse yourself, or put on the headphones again, or sit back and silence yourself.
(... or you quickly scribble down what your feeling -- or say, write a quote about it because you really need to vent right this moment --- because you need a quick distraction before you do something stupid)
and then
(you do something stupid)
you listen to the song,
and let yourself d r o w n in the memories it makes you relive.
It's just background music, something you don't even notice, and the words and sounds just slip past as you focus on something else; on your drink, or your friends, or your book, or your body--
and then, suddenly you hear it.
It's that song. It jumps out at you, traps you in the memories forced to the front of your conciousness, because it's--
it's that song
from that time
and the memories fcking hurt, so you immediately cut off the music or cover your ears or talk so loud you don't have to listen.
But then you're stuck in the silence with the memories replaying behind your eyelids, and you will yourself not to cry.
Deep breaths.
In and out.
How could one song do this to you? (... You know why. It's because it's not just one song. It's memories and the person who made them for you, and every emotion they painted your heart with from then on.)
And the melody and all of it's shadows echo in your head.
So you excuse yourself, or put on the headphones again, or sit back and silence yourself.
(... or you quickly scribble down what your feeling -- or say, write a quote about it because you really need to vent right this moment --- because you need a quick distraction before you do something stupid)
and then
(you do something stupid)
you listen to the song,
and let yourself d r o w n in the memories it makes you relive.
...oh, you're in my
veins
...and i
---cannot
---get you
....out.
...and i
---cannot
---get you
....out.
"Your body is made of the same elements that lionesses are built from.
Three quarters of you is the same kind of water that beats rocks to rubble,
wears stones away.
Your DNA translates into the same twenty amino acids
that wolf genes code for.
When you look in the mirror and feel weak, remember,
the air you breathe in fuels forest fires capable of
destroying everything they touch.
On the days you feel ugly, remember:
diamonds are only carbon.
You
are
so much
more."
“Nothing is really work unless you would rather be
doing something else.”
— J.M. Barrie
— J.M. Barrie
