[cressdarnel]

dang i forgot abt this acc umm hello

[westfalls]

If we are born again, I will meet you in another life, if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so we can cross together.

[cressdarnel]

Do you think Newt Scamander gave Dumbledore Fawkes??

[croathia]

[arrests]

Path of Figs, by Giulia Bianchi

2012

[wattpadfic-deactivated20170213]

current mood: that ridiculous scream r2d2 does when something shitty happens to him

[mobpsycho100]

[buttercupismybond]

what if i didnt want finnick odair to be killed by lizard mutts did suzanne collins ever think of that

[aphrhodite]

Nymphadora Tonks I was never a prefect myself. My head of house said I lacked certain necessary qualities

[g-joyce]

[cressdarnel]

fancy schmancy @g-joyce

[now-at-ladymcbeths-deactivated2]

claude monet + water depictions

everyday I discover more and more beautiful things, it’s enough to drive one mad

[userkatesharma-deactivated20230]

character posters: the archeron sisters

“ I painted flowers for Elain on her drawer, little roses and begonias and irises. And for Nesta… Nesta,  I painted flames for her. She was always angry, always burning. (…)  I painted the night sky. I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky. “

[theboyindacorner]

Atlanta (s1e04)

[eveninglesbian-deactivated20180]

i want to exist everywhere. cities dappled with pastel-colored houses, hands grazing soft yellow fruits in markets, a blur of conversation in a crowded train station. i start to think in another language and my mother tongue is gauzy, a rosewater aftertaste. mornings are heart-fluttering awakeness, a rich yellow. i am seated at a café. warm, dark, acidic tastes and smells. girls in soft-fluttered skirts, bronze-shouldered, are reading wilde, shakespeare, dickinson. i take pleasure in people-watching and creating names, narratives and dreams for strangers that i will never meet. i bite into something filled with raspberry, tart and bright. afternoons are alive, a brilliant red. museum-wandering. an exhibit of gold egyptian jewelry. marble sculptures of goddesses. coiling, dreaming japanese pottery. navigating maps and asking for directions in a language that feels clumsy on my tongue, dipping in and out of memory. night is the deepest, most passionate indigo. outdoor concerts that last well after midnight. the stars are a brilliant tapestry. everything glows and bursts. collapsing into bed, i am at ease. my heart is silvery birds’ wings

[kkkawaiidesu]

Visit Original Link

The Flower Garden | Howl’s Moving Castle

[theflowerfox]

I want this played endlessly in every garden in the world

[inejkaz]

The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater

[ladymcbeths-deactivated20161110]

Edgar Degas + Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s ballets