December 2011
November 2011
”I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.” ~Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott...
“When rain turns to snow
and blue skies are painted gray
I will warm your skin.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
” I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as...
Never Mind
rabbit-light:
that guests no longer come unannounced or that the photo album contains pictures of much younger people than we remember being never mind that swallows etch Sanskrit on the wrinkled sky it’s November and the present is emptying its wine into our glasses never mind that we’re not touching now because our...
“I think we all have ghosts inside us, and it’s better when they speak than...”
Since They changed Philosopher's Stone to...
spudsexuall:
Harry Potter and The Whisper Snake Place
Harry Potter and That Mean Jail Man
Harry Potter and The Hot Cup
Harry Potter and The Bird Club
Harry Potter and The Guy With Only Some Blood
Harry Potter and Death
“November
These anonymous
leaves, their wet
bodies pressed
against the...”
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