The Elflands

My own reference

[kafk-a]

White Oleander, Janet Fitch

[werecat]

Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery

[ritualsubstitutes-deactivated20]

War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy

[linkiba]

Whisteling Swans, Mary Oliver

[meruz]

Harry hesitated, but after all, Ron had been honest with him, so he told Ron the truth…

one of my absolute favorite bits from the hp books that never made it into the movies. though admittedly, the ootp movie had to rly condense a lot. i think the relationship between harry and ron is super underrated/overlooked - there’s so much love, trust, and support between them in this scene.

[butterflypeaflowertea]

i don’t have a brain actually. my head is just filled with lots and lots of dried flowers

[wannacuppatealuv]

*puts a flower in my hair* okay I'm ready let's go

[31st]

obsessed with this girl in my bio class who always brings a full litre bottle of coke to every lesson, today she said “im just genuinely not a nice person” to my bio teacher when he asked her why she swore so much. In year eleven before one of our gcse exams as we were lining up outside the exam hall she came up to me and said “what exam is this” and when i told her physics she said “yeah i think i can do that” and got in line

[bisexuanal]

Why is this so funny skdkska

[pointnclick]

Having prophetic dreams again but it’s not any of your business,

[prideandincorrectquotes]

[infomercial]

[lifeinpoetry]

It is [ ] ago. I’ve been meeting death in my dreams. Dream-death screams and I insult it with sleep, but tonight dream-death shakes the bed and drops the alarm. Dream-death upsets the dry-wall and it takes a legion of oblivion to stay alive to sleep.

Candice Wuehle, published in Burning House Press (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

The urge to comfort everyone for what happened / to them in your dream.

Heather Christle, from “Wrong Number,” published in The Puritan (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

Madness rose out of me like bats

Melissa Atkinson Mercer, from “oh where to begin,” Knock (via lifeinpoetry)

[notoriouslye]

I will never ever ever get tired of flowers

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Love, love, until the night collapses

Pablo Neruda, from section VIII of “The Heights of Macchu Picchu,” trans. Nathaniel Tarn, Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1990)

[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

MARCHESA ss18 gown

[fantasy-art-engine-blog]

Glory, Ruin, Despair and Fear by Daniel Kamarudin

[sophia-helix]

OTP test: which one is the fuck-up, and which one spite-cultivates an entire memorial garden of the other’s mistakes