Russia sent their grandmothers. Finland was drunk. Engelbert Humperdinck is a cool name. I told mum I liked the thing Malta did with his feet, and we all ended up voting for the feet. Four times. Moldova, seriously, that dance, are you five?

Where the hell was the Netherlands? Yeah okay I didn’t watch the semi final, but they should’ve been there, they were the best.

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May

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sonder

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

(via milklegs)

26
May

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Via: dictionaryofobscuresorrows

There are kind Slytherins.

There are brave Hufflepuffs.

There are some stupid Ravenclaws.

There are twisted Gryffindors.

Your House doesn’t define you.

And please, the next time you’re about to tease someone for being a lowly Hufflepuff, or a slimy Slytherin, or a stuck up Ravenclaw or even a foolish Gryffindor, just remember that we are all Hogwarts students. We’re all part of the magic.