be kind.

emma. 22. england. total dork. bookworm. hufflepuff. romantic.

[kevc]

[pastelparrotlet]

Underrated thing: little ribbon bookmarks attached to book spines.

[briennesjaime]

(✿◠‿◠)

[lassoway]

a thrilling saga

[w-byers]

derry is not like any town I’ve been in before. people die or disappear, six times the national average. and that’s just grown ups. kids are worse. way, way worse. 

[dovecameron]

I’ve heard a great deal about you, Fa Mulan. You stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the Chinese Army, destroyed my palace, and… you have saved us all.

[vitruvians]

magic is might

[joekeerys]

Welcome to the Losers’ Club, asshole!

[goodreadss]

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover (via goodreadss)

[sapphiccore]

i love seeing best friends goofing around in public. i love seeing couples laughing together. i love seeing little kids walking hand in hand with their parents. i love seeing dogs running happily back to their owners. i love seeing closeness and positive relationships, and knowing all that love is out there

[kieraknightley]

how are people not afraid of phone calls teach me

[nora-durst]

you have become a fine woman, Elizabeth

[studyblr]

“I saw this and thought of you” is the best compliment you could possibly give me 

[youlostandlonely]

❝ They call him ‘The Young Wolf’. They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed.❞

[kateausten-deleted-deactivated2]

I’ve heard a great deal about you, Fa Mulan. You stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the Chinese Army, destroyed my palace, and… you have saved us all.

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

[itsthatunique]

    “The train began to move, and Harry walked alongside it, watching his son’s thin face, already ablaze with excitement. Harry kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him…The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell. “He’ll be all right,” murmured Ginny. As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. “I know he will.” The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.”  -Epilogue: Nineteen Years Later, Chapter 37, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.