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quotemadness

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Samuel Beckett (via quotemadness)

wnq-writers

I’m not a quitter, just very good at goodbyes.

aashidhaniya (via wnq-writers)

wnq-writers

The most haunting moment, I believe Is when love turns into a memory.

D. J. Syngai (via wnq-writers)

writing-prompt-s

The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.

mildswearingat4am

Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.

They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.

“Here’s your change, ma'am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.

“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”

“Yes.”

You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.

“Ma'am–no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too.”

“Sorry?”

The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”

They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.

The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.

“Have a nice day, ma'am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”

From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.

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Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.

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wnq-writers

Even Satan was an angel, once.

allthingslissy, ‘We all fall down. The important thing is what we do after we hit bottom.’ (via wnq-writers)

oaktreehideaway

Minus Ludo he was coool

a collection of names for Harry’s middle child. It starts simple and then escalates and then by the end Harry just gives up.

desuke-dragon-queen-blog

All of these would have been a vast improvement

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I just fucking lost it at Minerva McGonagall Potter.

nodaybuttodaytodefygravity

ten years after this came out and we’re still not over it

booksandwords

Everyone wants to be appreciated, so if you appreciate someone, don’t keep it a secret.

Mary Kay Ash (via justanotherqoteblog)

wnq-writers

I would say a thousand sorrys if it meant never having to say a single goodbye.

Ranata Suzuki (via wnq-writers)

wnq-writers

I guess she’s not ready to leave yet. She’s still hanging around my mind and heart and soul. She can stay as long as she wants. And I hope she does…forever.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

wnq-writers

I am not ashamed of still loving you.

parallelbutskew (via wnq-writers)

quotemadness

He decided then that he would love her forever no matter what came to pass. It was not so much a matter of deciding as accepting the inevitability of it.

David Guterson (via quotemadness)

catstiel

harry potter is FAKE

set in the 90s but there were 0 (zero) chokers or butterfly clips explain to me This

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“Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait” (pg. 247, The Goblet of Fire)

heytherekristen

I want to imagine that some fan got so heated over this post that they literally went through every single book, page by page, until they found something to fire back with.