The Lucky One - Tumblr Posts
Sign of good luck 🌟🌟🌟
since we’re SO close to RED (taylor’s version) after all these months, put in the tags your holy trinity of RED❤️
Listening to the lucky one by Taylor swift and thinking about a possible Harry Potter and Mary McDonald fic where Harry knows Mary ran away from the wizarding world and oblivated her memory, and how when he was younger he never understood how someone could do that, but as he grows older he starts to understand her more and more. He starts to envy her even, wishing he could do the same and just run away but knowing he can’t because the entire wizarding world relies on him to save them. Possibly he runs into her and starts up a conversation, looking for advice without giving too much away, leaving Mary confused not understanding how someone can look so familiar when she’s never met them before.
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xc12QqjmHqc)
The Lucky One- fanmade single cover by me
I couldn’t find the right font so I used the closest thing I could find and spaced it out a bit.
First-world girl
Sometimes being lucky and privileged punches you in the face, it does make me happy for sure, but there is that moment when you go “ God damn are we sure i deserve this much?” For real, I am here sitting on my brand-new desk from IKEA, with my 20 or so pastel highlighters, 2 dictionaries of dead languages that i get to study for free just because I was born in the right place in the right time, the bracelets on my wrists are worth enough to feed a family for a year somewhere, and we aren't even that rich! My parents have a job, butchers, working class... they spoil me, they love me . “Everything we do is for you” that what my dad always says “You are my princess, don't you dare feel guilty about that”. I started to knit, and I got yarn, I wanted to do pretty titles for my maps and my mom got me calligraphy pens... I try to not ask for much but still sometimes the light on my window hits my bed just right and everything is golden and perfect, the canaries sing in the living room and I know the wisterias (the one my mom planted when she moved in 30 or so years ago and my overgrown bonsai) are blooming and I think that my life is perfect, so perfect i dont deserve to be the one living it.