“Do you know what love is? I’ll tell you: it is whatever you can still betray.”
― John le Carré
One hour studies.
"This girl told me one time that when you are walking past someone from a distance and feel the need to make eye contact, it is a connection, a spiritual magnetism pulling two people to meet for there are things they can take from one another. She told me that when I avoided that eye contact and looked at the ground or my phone instead, that I was actually missing a connection with another spirit that was planted by the universe in a map more vast than I could ever comprehend. She asked how empty I felt inside. I told her sometimes I feel the entire world weighing on my heart and other times I’d kill to feel anything at all to which she replied, “to wish to feel is still a feeling. You’re not dead yet. Live while you’re alive. Live in all your happiness and your sadness. No matter the feeling, feel it down to your very bones. Look at that stranger and smile. A brief connection with someone can sometimes say more to your aching soul than a lifetime next to another. Trust in fate and you’ll never have to ask why.”"
Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns
When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Every day we would ask. Every day she would say, “Soon.” Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny pink cock. We didn’t try to hide our disappointment. “That’s not a monster,” I told Cersei, “That’s just a baby.” And she said, “He killed my mother.” And she pinched your little cock so hard, I thought she might pull it off. Until your brother made her stop. “It doesn’t matter.” she told us, “Everyone says he will die soon. I hope they’re right. He should not have lived this long.”
for a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
this is not your destruction.
this is your b i r t h . (x)
May we take sometime today to remember the author who proved to all that fantasy is not only escapism, but an inherent and vital part of the human being. To the man, whose stories were always a light to me in dark places, thank you.
(if you know the credits to the last painting, send me please)
A huge thank you for the lovely gryffrindor for making this banner<3
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- Must be following Draco Malfoy
- Reblog this (likes are considered as bookmarks)
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- Reblogging ends September 29th
- Must reach 50 notes or I’ll jump down into Tartarus
WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR?
- A nice blogger with a beautiful theme
- I prefer fandom blogs
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- You’ll be my own babies
The edge of the canvas // The pallete of colors after the painting
Theoretically, you could never forget anything