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When I used to think about Voldemort’s horcruxes I imagined a soul divided in equal portions residing in the different horcruxes and Voldemort himself. I realised that this can’t be true in The Half-Blood Prince Slughorn describes making a horcrux as splitting ones soul in two. This means that when Riddle made his Diary into a horcrux he split his soul in half and physically removed one half from his body and placed it in the diary. This means that he only had half of his soul left when he made his next horcrux, Marvolo’s ring. This half would have been split in half leaving only a quarter in Voldemort’s body. This goes on and on the amount of soul remaining in Voldemort halving each time he makes a horcrux until he had only 1/128 or 0.78125% left in his body.  As shown in the graph above.  So next time you wonder why Voldemort could have done some of things he did, remember how little human he had left in him. I don’t know about you but I think that this is crazy.

Come on guys, I didn’t do maths for 14 notes

So are you telling me that Harry had more Voldemort than Voldemort had Voldemort? 

When did he make Nagini a horcrux??

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I just need to get my shit together.

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so my mum told me that as a kid she would peel an apple and throw the peel over her shoulder, and the peel would take the shape of the first letter of her future spouse. naturally, i decided to do it and


i’m fucking crying 

it says ‘no.’

it literally says NO.

oh my god

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I am seriously so in love with Jake that it makes me fucking sick and he doesn’t know and probably never will.
Everyone keeps telling me they believe he loves me but I just don’t think they’re right.
I can never sleep through the night because all I ever do is dream about him and it makes me cry as soon as I wake up.
He fucking called me babe whenever I brought the rest of his stuff to him and told me today the pictures I got done are beautiful and he just makes this so fucking hard for me.
I just don’t want to feel anymore. I just want to be numb.
I’m over here getting wasted and kissing other guys in bars and agreeing to go on dates but I just really wish that all of these guys were him.
Each time he asks me how I’m doing I blatantly lie. I tell him I am doing well and that I’m sober but I’m crying all the time,almost vomiting every time I come across a picture of us,and drinking a looooot and I recently did coke.
I just want this to go away.
I told him I wish I’d never met him but I’m just bitter as fuck. I feel led on and fucking played and crushed.
I have never acted this way over a break up before,not even the guy I dated for over a year or the boyfriend that I loved and lived with.
I’ve always been able to let go easily but this time I can’t.


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