Esme Manson Universe :3

[grangerhermiones]

[jackelinedeline]

Una de las mejores sensaciones es reírse con alguien y a mitad de la risa darte cuenta de cuanto disfrutas estar con esa persona

(via undiademivida)

[nene-del-mal]

Pese a yo estar en pedazos y tener mi alma hecha ruinas, sabía identificar perfectamente en qué lugar de mis adentros él estaba. — M. Sierra Villanueva

(via sirenitadechokodulce)

[afterinsanity-deactivated201802]

Hoy es un día de esos grises, con noches infelices, en las que me duelen más las cicatrices.

Sharif (via afterinsanity)

[animikus]

by Jim Kay

[tashaneva]

the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength

[how-to-be-dead]

Se escribe "Cuéntame algo" y se pronuncia "Quiero seguir hablando contigo aunque sea de puras pendejadas".

[myreticentvale-deactivated20231]

[infractoradeactivated040217]

-La frase es tuya, el garabato es mío.

Pd: Te quiero muchísimo.

[loganlemans]

My idea of relaxation is not lying down by a beach. I have to move around, do stuff. Though I’m a massive quiz show person.

[dxpresick-deactivated20230125]

[esmemansonuniverse]

Darki es un amor cuando no me esta mordiendo :3

[esmemansonuniverse]

Entra en mi vida, sin anunciarte...

[gerroys]

hp meme ϟ [4/4] locations → the burrow

[becheven]

He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomach ache. He missed the castle, with it’s secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch.

[doctoralhashimi]

Favorite Pottermore Moments [7/7] - The Deathly Hallows

Harry saw Voldemort’s green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

[hellyeahthomassanders]

First Days Back… There are two kinds. 📚 by Thomas Sanders