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She totally deserves Artists of the Year, GOOD LUCK GAGA

ladyxgaga:

Lady Gaga is nominated for three awards at this year’s American Music Awards. These awards are fan-driven, so it is up to us to make sure she wins the awards she deserves.

Gaga’s nominated for the following:

• Favorite Album for Pop/Rock Music: Born This Way
• Favorite Female Artist in Pop/Rock Music
• Artist of The Year

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fujiidom:

lizznotliz / notextinctenough:

My brother wrote this on his math test. Mentoring: I’m doing it right.

Epic

kathy35:

doitdraco:

Petunia sat in her husband’s overly fancy car, clutching the straps of her purse tighter than ever.  Her knuckles were icy and white, resembling Dudley after he had an unfortunate encounter with — what where those monsters again? — the dementor two years back.  The house she lived in for ten years was displayed quite largely and obviously in front of her, but it seemed as distant as her childhood.  She let her eyes wander across the threshold, curtains, neatly manicured garden and lawn, until they settled on her nephew, peaking out from a window in his room upstairs: Harry.  He was the last reminder of all the mistakes she had ever made, but also the last thing that helped her through the mistakes.  No matter how much she resented him (which was quite a bit, though she may have played it up a bit more than she actually felt), he was her blood.  Not just Petunia’s, but Lily’s.  Oh, Lily, her little sister, the pride of her parents.  She hated how much attention Lily got, being a witch and all.  But it was all jealousy.  Petunia loved Lily far more and much more complex than she could ever love Vernon or her Duddy-Kins.  Yes, she loved them, but when she saw those emerald eyes of Harry, it took all her will to turn away and forget where he possessed them.  Petunia had never known James, the boy’s father, but he must have been a great man to win over Lily, to make her so happy, and for them to be able to produce such a son.  Petunia could no longer bear to see those eyes, so she avoided Harry, because she tried to forget the flashes of swings, flowers, laughter, tea parties, and the greasy boy with a matching letter from some magic school far off, but she couldn’t.  When she snapped back to reality, Harry had left the window.  Petunia wished she had said something, had gone to him, but he was gone now, unlikely for them to ever meet once more.  Harry had moved on, left, just like his mother.  But that was just another difference between the two sisters — Lily was able to let things go and leave.  Petunia held on, waiting for the day for the flaming red locks to show up on her doorstep, grinning, announcing that it was time for them to catch up.  Petunia couldn’t catch up.  Lily was gone, and Petunia uttered one last barely audible sentence in the driveway of Number 4, Privet Drive before they were to leave forever: “Kill that bastard, Harry, kill him for us all.”

who wrote it?..