I don’t fit in your world.”
“Neither do I,” he said, his expression tender yet resolute. “So let’s make our own.
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via thesixthborough
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
The Japanese say you have three faces.
The first face, you show to the world.
The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind.
—I Wrote This For You (Iain Thomas)
Do I love you? Do I lust for you? Am I a sinner because I do the two?
—A Tribe Called Quest (via jb3a
October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
—Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
by J.K. Rowling (via thesixthborough
Mondays are fine. Its your life that sucks.
—Ricky Gervais (via fawun