祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Janaina Medeiros
ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane
#extradirty
hello vonnie
blake kathryn
DEAR READER
Sade Olutola
if i look back, i am lost
Keni
wallacepolsom
ellievsbear
cherry valley forever
we're not kids anymore.
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver
seen from United States
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seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
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@lillybluee
Close Your Eyes
Words: 3.3K | Rating: T
Summary: “Really?” he whispered, voice tight, clearly hurt. “Do I really repulse you that much?”
@jilychallenge November 2022 submission | Trope: Enemies Friends to Lovers | Partner: @annabtg 💗
Read on: AO3 | FFN
Hogwarts houses as Ivan Aivazovsky paintings
from godspell by philip levine, published in the last shift
[Text ID: A lifetime passes / in the blink of an eye. You look back and think, / That was heaven, so of course it had to end. /End ID]
“People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘You’re safe with me’ - that’s intimacy.”
— Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (via boysofbooks)
and i just waste it; this life of mine. hand over hand. the days slip in between each other and nestle in ugly spurs. what did you do today? how many hours have i spent, neither truly here nor truly there. just frozen. wanting desperately to begin anything. get up and shower or work out or drink water or make a change or dance along or be a person - just get up. my insides, coating the edges of blank atrophy. how hard can it truly be? people do this every day. they make their life every day. why can't i? why am i stuck here? why am i stuck like this, with only my heart and no boat? the shifting warning - you need to start swimming, you can't always just float. but what else, when my limbs don't move and there's no sound for the breach of my throat? what else, and where am i going? what shore am i supposed to even be wading out for? nothing and nothing and nothing. the swinging, empty bridge, and no railing.
Sharing Is Caring
@jilytoberfest, 31 Prompts for 31 Days list
Day 2 - “You’re in my seat.”
200 words. Hogwarts 6th Year. Also on AO3.
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After a long day of classes and gruelling homework-filled hours in the library, Lily had looked forward to curling up in her favourite armchair in the Gryffindor Common Room – the lumpy one near the fireplace.
But the chair was already occupied. Lily tapped her battered paperback against her thigh in indignation. An Agatha Christie novel, the perfect read for dark October nights.
“You’re in my seat,” she bit out.
James Potter grinned at her, unperturbed by her ire. Then, he stretched his long legs and patted his thigh.
“Plenty of room here, Evans,” he said, hazel eyes twinkling with laughter from behind his glasses. “Sharing is caring.”
Lily glared at him a moment. Then, she plopped down, surprising both herself and him; judging by the way his whole body stiffened beneath hers.
“Well isn’t this cosy,” she murmured as she wiggled in his lap, settling more comfortably against him. His warm, muscled body was proving to be far superior to the lumpy armchair.
With a content hum, Lily propped open her book and immersed herself in the murder mystery. But not deeply enough to ignore the delightful sensation of James’ trembling fingers curved around her waist, anchoring her to him.
Spells and charms + claude monet 🌠 * [part I]
@ravencyclenetwork search: favorite scene [x]
she felt bigger than her body. high as the stars. he pulled away. “ and now we never speak of it again. ”
Wicked!
snape looks in the mirror of erised. he sees lily. she gives him the finger. he cries.
One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow.
I saw them standing right there Kinda thought they might care
cant believe women are expected to like cook and birth entire children and be professional workers and fit a beauty standard. like i am not going to do any of that lol
Wizardrynet’s Advent Calendar: Day Thirteen - Wizarding Schools (Part One)
The number of countries that have their own magical school is minuscule compared to those that do not. This is because the wizarding populations of most countries choose the option of home schooling. Occasionally, too, the magical community in a given country is tiny or far-flung and correspondence courses have been found a more cost-effective means of educating the young
“Because words are no use, I know that now.”
— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
“Hung on my bedroom wall is the quote attributed to Joan of Arc: “I am not afraid. I was born to do this.” However my life unfolds, goes my thinking, is how I am meant to live it; however my life unspools itself, I was created to bear it.”
— Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias
but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with ron and hermione. [x]
