She must be German

My theme song.

( x )

Yeah somehow I doubt that

URL GRAPHICS:)

i’ve just been in the mood in a while to make these, 

so yeah, i’ll make either a gifset or graphic based on your url! :D

to enter: reblog this post, i’ll see in the notes the urls and do the graphics from there :D if your url doesn’t really mean anything, you can just tag stuff you really life and i’ll try to make it work something :)

I know I never (personally) post things like this but I saw this on the news and I really wanted to share it.

Guys the party happened yesterday - look how happy he is!

😢 so cute!!!!

yes yes yes! ☺️

TEARS 😭

There is still so much good in the world😊✨ I am so happy his spirits were rejuvenate!

I will forever love this post I am crying goodbye I want to marry this man

Little golden moments like these make this mess worth it.

i feel so alive

do you ever just wanna sleep for like 3 years 

*gets excited about the story i’m going to act out in my head before i fall asleep*

What is it like to die?

When Ron asks him, eyes not meeting, as the sun sets on the second day, Harry stops. He is thinking of crunching leaves and waving branches and vicious laughter and then silence. “It’s like a punch in the stomach,” he says.

When Hermione asks him, with a soft voice and her head on his shoulder, Harry frowns. His parents’ graves spring to mind: strong and proud under all that snow. “It’s like a burial,” he tells her.

When George asks him, with too many tears in his desperate eyes, Harry holds his breath. He is trying to remember how it feels to laugh. “It’s like waiting for the punchline,” he lies.

When Neville asks him, with a trembling voice and a nervous smile, Harry sniffs. He can smell wet grass and stale dirt and the sharp scrape of fresh blood and a little bit of fear. “It’s like tripping over your own feet,” he offers.

When Luna asks him, with an expression that suggests she already know the answer, Harry sighs. His head is starting to pound and his brain begins to buzz, bouncing around his skull. “It’s like waking up in reverse,” he shrugs.

When Ginny asks him, with sweaty twisted fingers and a dying fire in her voice, Harry has to press his hands against his face. He sees popping lights and remembers a lot of green, a lot of red, a lot of noise. “I don’t know,” he confesses.

When Fleur asks him, sharp pointed syllables after too many glasses of wine, Harry almost laughs. He feels something dripping at the corner of his mind, but doesn’t care to pursue it. “It’s like the pause between two songs on the radio,” he answers.

When a reporter asks him for the twentieth time, shuffled paper and an enchanted microphone in hand, Harry hexes her. He hears voices ringing in his ears, can imagine tomorrow’s headline. “None of your fucking business,” he chokes.

When Teddy asks him all those years later, with a creased photograph that shows a tall man in grey robes and a woman with bubblegum hair, Harry closes his eyes. He is back at the edge of the forest, staring at faded impressions of his family, wondering the same thing himself. His godfather’s words float through the air with a fragile sort of truth. “It’s quicker and easier than falling asleep,” he whispers.

Fucking poetry

This is amazing. Kudos to the author.

Er hat Leergut zurückgebracht, Red Bull eingekauft und sogar noch Geld rausbekommen.

I HAVE NEVER HIT REBLOG SO FAST IN MY LIFE.

I SHALL PLAY YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE ARD SCHÖRLOCK

More fun Versions:  Jungle Drums | Lock'n'Roll | Romantic Softpon | German March | Western Show| Blues | Partymix | Bavarian| Musette | Tarantella | Ragtime | Theme | Cheap Porn | Tango | Jazz    

Other Songs: Sherlock Medley | Sherlock Piano Ballad 

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