tsarbucks:

no i’m not gonna lend you my pencil because if i lend you my pencil then you’ll want my calculator and then you’ll want austria and czechoslovakia and then you’ll end up invading poland and i will not have that shit

duplication:

was it real or was it all in my head?

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
― Oscar Wilde (via psych-facts)