I love writing. The act of writing and the thing itself and for mainly just one reason: the very best writers are able to say the unsaid, feel the subconscious. There’s just something so magnificent and exciting that.
Oh no this question. I love so many things, this is so hard. As of right now, I would like to either study physics, mainly astrophysics and astronomy, or maybe neuroscience, primarily the psychology branch of that field. I don’t know I really love space and people and the mind and how we think but I’m also obsessed with aliens and the future. I’ve also considered going into renewable/eco-friendly energy engineering. I still have a year to figure out what I want to do, so I’m just trying out different things to see what I like.
I made one of these last year and I figured I’d make one for this year too. It’s really a great way to recap the year and remember some of the things worth remembering that you might have thought you’d forgotten.
[Not in chronological order]
Saw the Statue of Liberty
Walked through Times Square
Shopped in the Forever 21 in Times Square
Saw a boradway play (Phantom of the Opera)
Saw Circe de Sol
I got a stepmom, Stacia
I got two new step sisters, Mallie and Lily
I fed a deer
Went tubing down a river for the first time
do you have like these imaginary scenes in your head of you in situations that would never actually happen and whenever you’re bored or spacing out or just walking around you kind of just go back to them and imagine them over and over
im literally sick to my stomach after seeing the last harry potter post i reblogged
that was the seen i started crying over this morning but it was the seen from the book but theyre both so good omg sirius and JAMES AND LILY james tho UGH OH MY GODAND REMUS oh sweet remus and THE MARAUDERS AND NONE OF THEM LIVED GOD PLEASE NOT A SINGLE MARAUDER LIVED AND HARRY NEVER GOT TO KNOW JAMES OR LILY AND THEY LOVED HIM SO MUCH OH MY GODDDDDDDD
Woe is me that my all time favorite characters in Harry Potter are James Potter, Lily, Sirius and Remus because they all die but their stories are so beautiful and sometimes I just get hit with the realization that not a single marauder lived and oh god, to this day I still cry over their deaths. Each of theirs, even Peter’s.