The Boy with no blog

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We are the Harry Potter generation.

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Thinking this morning that there is a very simple reason why I haven’t made much progress towards healing. I actually think I feel my heart break again and again every single day. That’s the problem with a real, terrible, crushing heartbreak. It doesn’t just happen in one painful, clean break of your heart. Your heart breaks when you find out the terrible news… in my case, that she was choosing someone else over me, and never loved me. But like all parts of our body that get sick or hurt, our heart wants to heal. So it starts to heal… scar tissue starts to build over the break; the cells start to mend themselves together, slowly. Only they are far too slow, and my mind races much faster, bouncing around to all our happy memories.And with all of those thoughts, I feel my heart break again. It breaks several times every day. I feel it happen, physically- that same sensation I felt that night… a hard, horrible punch to the stomach; the wind knocked out of me and then the horrible feeling of nausea; the crushing, heavy pressure and sharp pain in my chest; my throat closing up- I can’t breathe; my body shaking and aching; hot tears welling up in my eyes. I feel it happen again every single day. At first it was one big break, but now it feels like it is just cracked through and through, lots of big and tiny cracks… it’s shattered. I’m afraid if I keep going like this, and the pieces keep getting broken down further and further, there will be nothing left but dust. And then will it be able to love again? What good will it be to anyone? I want so much to be loved, really, but I so don’t want to love again. sadly ironic part is that I loved her exactly the way I always wanted to be loved, the way I have dreamed of being loved my whole life… that’s how I loved her. And She just threw it away. she just casually tossed it aside,It’s a goodbye I guess. DOWN TO DUST !

canyousayeclectic:

It was at a gathering where I first heard that name, “Harry Potter”. My friend asked me if I’d read those novels. I was flabbergasted. “Harry Potter?” I thought, “What a weird name”. Little did I know I was channeling Uncle Vernon’s very thoughts from the first chapter of the first novel. But…

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I remember being six years old.I remember waiting impatiently on that train’s door; behind my father, of course. I remember it being a dark summer night as we arrived in my hometown. The train slows down to a stop, real slow, as if it doesn’t want me to get down. But it stops anyway. And then, I…

Little history for all of us, oh to be a gooner!

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Never seen before photos of Heath Ledger as the Joker on the set of The Dark Knight.

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Batman trilogy 

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