I always wondered why guys don’t like me. I mean, the answer is so obvious, it’s painful.
But to prove it further, my own brother doesn’t even talk to me. We don’t hang out, we hardly speak unless I try to talk to him first. He’d rather ring in the new year with someone I graduated high school with instead of me. That hurts so bad to know.
I sometimes think I can’t speak to guys because I can’t even speak to my own brother, I can’t even get my own blood to want to be around me. Why would some stranger?
“My best guess is that he(Harry Potter) will indeed stand time’s test and wind up on a shelf where only the best are kept; I think Harry will take his place with Alice, Huck, Frodo, and Dorothy, and this is one series not just for the decade, but for the ages.”—Stephen King (via shardsofpornography)
“my world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance.. and pull me in with steady hands. they’ve given me a second chance.”—Thrice - The Artist & The Ambulance. (via imonlyahobo)