My Dick Is Bigger Than Yours

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I can’t decide if Tom Felton is attractive enough to play Finnick Odair…

Don’t know what I’m talking about?

when I turn my back on the black
and come into the white
you’re going to regret
the day you called me gray

Just my opinion on the “tragic events” at the PCA

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I never told you did I?
Did I? That you were dying.
And if I did then I’d be lying,
Lying because it was always me.
So now I’m begging
Please don’t leave.

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DRAMIONE _ Granger, look at me

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII