YOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS TO LOVE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER
REALLY LOVE THEM. YOU FEEL FOR THEM AND HOLD EMPATHY AND WANT TO MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER AND JUST WANT TO BE THERE FOR THEM
BUT YOU CAN’T BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT REAL
Do you need a hug?
YES I NEED A HUG I AM EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO FAKE PEOPLE
I have found that the average tumblr user goes through 3 distinct stages:
- the “i just got an account and i have no idea what im doing how do i find blogs how does any of this shit even work” stage
- the “OMG TUMBLR IS THE BEST THING OF ALL CREATION HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SUCK IT FACEBOOK LOL ALL OUTSIDERS ARE PEASANTS” stage
- and, finally, the “i fucking hate this website and everyone on it but i dont know how to leave” stage
I saw this post on Pinterest the other day and I was laughing so hard. It said:
"Women are angels. But, when someone breaks our wings. We simply continue to fly….
On a broomstick…
Cause, we’re flexible like that.”
Then I thought quietly to myself and asked witch one am I?
Then I laughed even harder cause I laughed at my own joke.
THE GOLDEN EGGThe golden egg was a magical device and the goal of the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament. It was about the size of a regular dragon egg and placed among the female dragons’ eggs, where Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, and Harry Potter had to retrieve them. This was very difficult, considering that they only had Wands and their knowledge of spells. The eggs contained disembodied merpeople voices singing a song to the champions, letting them know that they had to come to the lake and rescue something very valuable to them, which turned out to be a person very close to each of the champions.