A horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed a part of their soul. one splits one’s soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you’re protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed. That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.
Zombie Apocalypse: British Edition
i had a dream last night where aside from a lot of other things, the main part of the plot was that john and edward lived together in a studio apartment which had 1 double bed that they shared. their bedsheets were a deep red colour with a pattern made of large white lettering that said short phrases like “i am a man” and “we are men”, and other such masculine-reaffirming phrases. there was another single bed that they kept in a cupboard, and for some reason i had to move in and sleep on that and be their roommate, which they were glad of because they didn’t have enough money for their rent. edward was gay, and not trying to hide it from the world too much, but hadn’t made any official statement yet, while the main plot twist was that john almost always dressed as a woman in private and only edward knew about it. then when they went outside john would pretend to be very butch and *manly*.
while they were having this conversation with me to explain john’s secret, john was carefully pinning little baby pink flowers and butterfly hair clips into his quiff. he also had glitter and little silver star sequins placed around his eyes. i presume edward had done this make up for him.
I know how to play a song called greensleeves on da piano
well that’s exactly the tune i’ve been lumbered with all day.
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
i’ve had greensleeves stuck in my head all day.
Get out of here. Now.
I had a weird dream last night where I was some kind of cannibally/vampirey version of Dexter and there was a giant school production of something on and while the show was in motion I had to maybe murder some people? I’m not sure. But I was on some kind of mission and everyone was looking at me like they were scared I was going to kill them. And I had a locker I had to get some maybe murdery tools out of but I couldn’t find the right locker to start with and then it turned out that the caretaker had emptied all the lockers and my tools were gone. And then there was some magic that went on and I was trying to reserve some balloons from a gift shop area within the school (a balloon of a duck and another of a chick and a 3rd one of something icr) to collect after the show was over. And then at some point I think before the show I met Lady Gaga in some weird meet and greet where you queued up and got to meet her in these random swimming pool type changing rooms and she’d spend as long as you wanted with you and if you brought a picture along she’d write a song for you on the spot about the picture. So I’d taken a picture of some lions and she wrote a 3 line song, the 1st two lines of which icr but the last line ended in “LIONS!” and it was a really cool song that I was very impressed with.
INTJs are clever, analytical, pragmatic, and logical, and are not scared to tell someone (or themselves) when they’re being stupid. They emphasize efficiency, making them simultaneously loners and excellent leaders. Their natural talent for planning and system-building often makes them the perfect villains. (x)
Let’s see how far I can get into a movie without pausing it to check on Tumblr