My Pensieve
‘What is it?’ Harry asked shakily.

‘This? It is called a Pensieve,’ said Dumbledore. ‘I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.’

‘At these times,’ said Dumbledore, indicating the stone basin, ‘I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one’s mind, pours them into the basin, examines them at one’s leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form.’


—- J. K. Rowling
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Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
— Sigmund Freud (via jay-cruz)

(Source: horreure, via viiviaancheng)

viiviaancheng asked: haha yeah i was reading it aloud in my room cuz i can and then i got to the chorus, and im like why is this so familiar? hahaha and yeah, oh you ;) hows psych? ;) boring as usual?

Psych? It’s not boring as usual, it’s like an anesthesia, numbing my senses, inducing me into a stupor. Usually, you’re in my psych class, so the anesthesia is well balanced with dopamine and serotonin. Not this day though, not this day….ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  

viiviaancheng asked: WHAAOO AND I THOUGHT YOU WROTE A POEM... you based it off adele ;) LOOL who's it for?

Haha, well back in term one I was bored and had nothing to do so I messed around with the chorus. And being Edwin, I couldn’t leave a masterpiece *coughLOLSYKEcough* unfinished right? I finished it in term 2, about the time when some of my friends transferred to Sauder, hence the title and dedication. ;D

In celebration to my friends in Sauder now

“Sometime like Two”

I heard you’re in Sauder now
That you transferred out and you’re happy now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess the colour grey is better than blue

Old friend, why are you so high?
Ain’t like you to get drunk or party all night.

I hate to turn up out of the blue unprepared
But I couldn’t stay awake, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over.

Never mind, I’ll sleep sometime like two
There is nothing but five tests that I’ll be screwed
Please don’t fail me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes you pass in chem but most times you fail instead,
Sometimes you pass in chem but most times you fail instead.”
Yeah.

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was like September five
We were bored every day
In an autumn haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay awake, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over.

Never mind, I’ll sleep sometime like two
There is nothing but five tests that I’ll be screwed
Please don’t fail me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes you pass in math but most times you fail instead.”

Nothing compares
the worries and despair
Regrets and mistakes
they are all that we made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I’ll sleep sometime like two
There is nothing but five tests that I’ll be screwed
Please don’t fail me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes you pass in math but most times you fail instead.”

Never mind, I’ll sleep sometime like two
There is nothing but five tests that I’ll be screwed
Please don’t fail me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes you pass in math but most times you fail instead,
Sometimes you pass in math but most times you fail instead.”

I’m looking for someone - someone I can trust. Someone strong. Someone at peace with themselves. Someone better than me. Someone who knows the…worst side of me and still loves me.
— Patrick Jane (Simon Baker) - The Mentalist (via rumblyyinmatumbly)
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