I'm Told There's No Going

Books. I'd Probably Spend All My Time Alone And Lost In Books If I Could. It's Easier That Way.

There Is No Such Thing As A Soulmate...and Who Would Want There To Be? I Don't Want Half Of A Shared Soul. I Want My Own Damn Soul.

It's Not The Loving That Hurts This Girl; It's The Understanding Of It For What It Is, That It Will Never Be Returned In The Same Way, That Threatens To Destroy Her. But To Unload The Words - "i Love You" - On An Innocent Party Who Didn't Ask For It, To Reach Across The Dark Space And Touch Him - It's Like The World She Knows Could End If She Dared Speak These Words, Dared Make Such A Move.

I've Always Resented Hermione, Because I Wanted To Be Her So Badly And She Never Seemed To Appreciate As Much As I Thought She Should That She Got Be Her. She Got To Live At Hogwarts And Be Friends With Harry And Kiss Ron, Which Was Supposed To Happen To Me.

That’s What I Like About Sports. No Matter If Everyone Playing The Game Speaks Completely Different Languages, On The Field, Or The Court, Wherever They Are Playing, The Language Of Moves And Passes And Scores Is All The Same. Universal.