July 2010
It's J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter's birthday.
dailypotter:
accioronaldweasley:
Harry Potter takes over Twitter is starting right now. Go go go! I don’t care if you don’t even have a Twitter - MAKE ONE JUST FOR THIS. #harrypotter #happybirthdayharry #happybirthdayjk #weasleyisourking #trollinthedungeons #turntopage394 #voldemortoutbitches #HEWASTHEIRFRIEND #theboywholived #killthespare #untiltheveryend And I swear to Godric Gryffindor, if...
Lizzie Mary Cullen *-* →
A PLAN FOR THE IMPROVEMENT OF ENGLISH SPELLING
by Mark Twain
For example, in Year 1 that useless letter “c” would be dropped to be replased either by “k” or “s”, and likewise “x” would no longer be part of the alphabet. The only kase in which “c” would be retained would be the “ch” formation, which will be dealt with later. Year 2 might reform “w”...
Resposta ao tempo
Batidas na porta da frente é o tempo Eu bebo um pouquinho pra ter argumento Mas fico sem jeito, calado, ele ri Ele zomba do quanto eu chorei Porque sabe passar e eu não sei Um dia azul de verão, sinto o vento Há folhas no meu coração é o tempo Recordo um amor que perdi, ele ri Diz que somos iguais, se eu notei Pois não sabe ficar e eu também não sei E gira em volta de mim, sussurra que...
architectural cantilevers ll [Arquitetura em...
liselongoblog:
cabbagerose:
Heart on the line, Level 42
Win some lose some that’s the way I play the hand I get no sense in getting sore. it comes easy or it never comes at all and I get somethng off a lesson that’s a lesson to us all Call a teacher, let him answer if he can what am I gonna do if I can’t take it like a man. What do they want a boy to do if he’s done no wrong the only thing he did was lay his heart out on the...
Goodbye and F*ck you... I mean, good luck!
Nope. You were never mine and will never be.
I get it. I got to let you go and set myself free.
Before I do allow me a few words of relief.
As the nice person that I am, I wish you well.
I also wish you were kinder, or meaner, or a decent farewell!
Time has all the answers and I certainly got the message clearly.
I will now say my goodbye,
So go to hell… erm… I mean, be happy...
Fernando Pessoa - Himself
There’s no one who loves me. Hold on, yes there is; But it’s hard to feel certain About what you don’t believe in. It isn’t out of disbelief That I don’t believe, for I know I’m well liked. It’s my nature Not to believe, and not to change. There’s no one who loves me. For this poem to exist I have no choice But to suffer this grief. How sad not to be loved! My poor, forlorn heart! Et cetera,...
