bitterness

draco hates muggle music

HARRY : Draco, it’s not that bad. You may like it.

DRACO : HA! Nice joke love. Have a good day at work.

HARRY : *comes home to Draco dancing along to 2000 pop hits on the coffee table, spoon as a microphone and all*

HARRY : Enjoying yourself?

DRACO : *stuttering and nearly falling off the table in shock* I can explain.

HARRY : I’m sure you can.

DRACO: I was testing the table strength.

HARRY : Sure….

DRACO : ..Shut it Potter and get a spoon, we’re doing a duet. 

What’s the matter?

The matters of the heart :)

No matter how presentable and well you look or how your life seems to others (and yourself), if you’re harboring bitterness, insecurity, and deceit, you’re a prisoner locked up by your own evil. The heart is desperately wicked so give it to One who can bring it to life. Trust the Lord Jesus, let go of your choice of prison and let God guide you with your heart.

“Moreover, I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; and I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. (Ezekiel 36:26 NASB)

There is so much anger in me
fury ripping like cannons
through tissue and bone and time
it’s poison, I know it
I can feel it dripping into my organs
burning and killing with acid necrotic
where do I put it so it won’t eat away
everything I am from the inside out?
I’m so afraid I’ll just erupt into flames
the second someone lights a match
to light the way
—  I’ll burn like a torch if I can’t spit this out /.w.m.w.
  • mercy, redesigning genji's body: hey you kids like those video games right? those xboxes and whatnot
  • genji: we are the same age angela
  • mercy, who has never been afforded the comfort of a real childhood or a loving family and has spent her entire life working to cure death after the trauma of losing everyone she loved to war at an extremely young age, only to be thrown into an extralegal organization that compromises her moral code but could potentially allow her to save more lives despite the casualties:
You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.
—  Maya Angelou

It pains me to think I wasted a lot for you, my time, trust, tears, hope and love. I even wasted my hate for you, and all those other feelings.

I wanted to lift myself up and say “you’re a lesson I had to learn” but to tell you the truth, I rather not; I rather be ignorant about you than knowing you do exists in this world.

Call it bitterness or whatever but that’s the truth now, you’re a waste of memory space and how I’m glad I can just forget about you and be indifferent about it. like oh God finally I’m free.

I should’ve known.
I should’ve guessed, when he started saying all of those sweet words, those compliments, those declarations of love uttered without a single hesitation, without a single tremble in his voice.
I should’ve known he was not sincere, he was just rereading a rehearsed script. Because true love doesn’t express itself so fluently, with such ease. True love is blurry, sweaty, nervous and shy.
He was never any of it.
He asked if I loved him with a hint of defiance in his eyes and a mischievous smile, and he was never worried about the answer. He knew it already, and to be honest, it didn’t really matter to him whether I loved him or not, and God knows I did.
He didn’t ask out of concern, but out of pride. He wanted to be sure. He wanted to prove himself that he had succeeded once more, with one more girl, that his charms hadn’t lost any of their brightness, any of their power, that he was still the master of the game.
I was just another name on his never ending list.
—  And now your script is hidden in your pocket once again, for you to whisper the words in her ear
Not everyone will do ‘everything’ for you. But everyone will do 'something’ for you. Don’t belittle their effort. Appreciate their little yet valuable contribution to your life, happiness and progress. Practice to be grateful.
—  Armaan