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Giving Rhea a new outfit
Ms Granger
December 2
Nina Zenik Shadow And Bone | 1.06 — “The Heart Is An Arrow”
reblog and put in the tags something you are complimented on most often irl
floral watercolor paintings
could you do coming back to someone ? like finding someone again, in a next life, in a new universe. coming back & going home to them.
Li-Young Lee, I Loved You Before I Was Born
Sylvia Plath, Lesbos
The Thirteen Letters, by @dropdeaddream and @whatarefears
Anaïs Mitchell, All I’ve Ever Known from Hadestown
Rabindranath Tagore, Unending Love
Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory
Tegan and Sara, Nineteen
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, To The Desert
Hozier, Shrike
Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars
@sproutlett (x)
Rebecca Sugar, Time Adventure
Christa Wolf (trans. by Jan van Heurk), Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays
JoAnn Kendrick, When A Mullo Loves A Woman
John Mark Green / @johnmarkgreenpoetry
Doctor Who | 4.14 “The Next Doctor” ⌚
by Annie Spratt
by Annie Spratt
“How winter fills my soul! (…)”
— Sylvia Plath, from Three Women in “The Collected Poems Of Sylvia Plath”
“Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.”
do u guys ever look back at a piece of half-done writing and think ‘this could be brilliant. this could be my mona lisa. my starry night. my idris elba’ but you have absolutely no drive to finish it despite an unfaltering desire to see it finished
my idris elba
jadenelson → flourencespugh
Yelena Bryksenkova - Romeo and Juliet