I guess I am eighteen. I don't know where I am but in the clouds, most likely. Sometimes I watch the sky and daydream. And at night when stars wink at me, butterflies in my stomach sing to me. Is this living? I don't know. Neither does my placid heart. I just swim in the deepest oceans and glide over the highest clouds. And I sometimes sing to the rhythm of the sunlight. ~ Even Voldemort wouldn't hug me.

"Just recently I started letting myself eat things from the minibar. When we were kids, we would never open the minibar. A $6 Snickers bar? But the other day I was in a hotel and I was staring at a Snickers bar, and I finally just ate it. Then it was like something in me snapped. I opened all these drinks. I thought: I can do it now. Now I’m all grown-up. I can eat things from the minibar."  - jennifer lawrence, glamour magazine  (via theparamoregames)