looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: lucretia
looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you: cygnus
the sinnamon roll: walburga
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looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: lucretia
looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you: cygnus
the sinnamon roll: walburga
is anyone else as nervous as I am?
when it’s 30 minutes to the deadline and your brain suddenly bursts with things to add to the character description
fairytales // a moodboard for lucretia black
“Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.”
-Seanan McGuire, Indexing
wizarding places: number 12, grimmauld place
Tucked away in northwestern London, a twenty minute walk from Kings Cross Station, lies number twelve, Grimmauld Place. It was for many years home to the Black family — one of the wizarding world’s oldest pureblood families, and extremely proud to be so.
Ballet represented hard beauty, ungenerous towards human flaws or quirks. It was a tyranny of perfection.
Irina Dumitrescu, excerpt of Swan, Late (via icelandlesbian)
Little Wilderness- PNW
Tale of a Flower that Blooms in Winter. Ugne photographed by Kiyoe Ozawa for Spur Magazine.
harry potter meme: four locations // number twelve, grimmauld place
the others’ hushed voices were giving harry an odd feeling of foreboding; it was as though they had just entered the house of a dying person. he heard a soft hissing noise and then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting a flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. harry heard something scuttling behind the skirting board. both the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table nearby were shaped like serpents.
Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Poetry is where I unearthed remains of myself that you never bothered looking for.
Derick Ebert, from Black Boy Archeologist; “Archeologist,” (via writemeanna)
german forests are cool
do you like you? || a Lucretia Black playlist (listen)
i.try||Colbie Caillat||this is what you want, to belong, so they like you ii.flaws||Bastille||there’s a hole in my soul, can you fill it? iii.brave||Sara Bareilles||innocence, your history of silence won’t do you any good iv.i want to hold your hand||T.V. Carpio||and please, say to me, you’ll let me hold your hand v.wait||M83||set your dreams where nobody hides vi.nothing more||The Alternate Routes ft. Lily Costner||we are how we treat each other and nothing more vii.always with me||Youmi Kimura||i've found a brightness, it’s always with me viii.breakaway||Kelly Clarkson||when i tried to speak out, felt like no one could hear me ix.various storms and saints||Florence and the Machine||i am teaching myself how to be free x.pas de trois||Tchaikovsky xi.i don’t know my name||Grace Vanderwaal||i am lost . . . trying to get found