half my soul;

hazelle. xxx. cancer. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

[wandlores]

indefinite semi-hiatus

hello everyone. i feel like it has been a long time since i have made a personal post. my life has been great ever since having my son, but since i am also working, this means that i do not have time to post as much as i would like. fandoms will always have a special place in my heart, but blogging is no longer where my free time lies. i will be taking an indefinite semi-hiatus from now on. it will mostly be a hiatus, but i am saying semi because i might come on occasionally to reblog or scroll.

i want to thank everyone who has followed me for this last decade and all of my friends i have made on here over the years. we had so much fun in our nets, chatting about personality types, wands, and hogwarts houses. i will never forget you or our conversations. i have just reached the time in my life now where it doesn't make sense for me to keep up an active blog on any of my accounts: @wandlores @reductos @beaconhills and @hazellepotter.

no matter what stage i am in my life, harry potter will always mean everything to me. all my shows will mean everything to me. i can't wait to share them with my son as he ages. this is a beautiful and sad post for me to write; this time of my life is coming to a close.

again, i love you all. thank you so much for everything!

zelle x

[floweryttale]

[could-have-beens]

And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.

“Harry Potter,” he said, very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. “The boy who lived.”

None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his —

Requested by @hermionegrangerfan123.​

[nondelphic]

if i say “i’m working on it” just know that means i’m thinking about it really hard while doing absolutely nothing

[queenofattolia]

the sound of moving water is the best thing in the world. rain falling, waves crashing, fountains tinkling, streams gurgling, a lake lapping, cascades crashing, springs burbling...it's all so beautiful.

[freitodphantasien-deactivated20]

[becherdireinen]

trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

[processes]

minimalist pencil sketches of cats by Shou Xin (手訫)

substack

[blooming-atropa]

after the rain

[inlovewiththemooon]

ink plate

a result of wobbled trespassing

[joanna-lannister]

“Happy girls are the prettiest.” — Audrey Hepburn

[spitblossoms]

[remusjohnslupin]

LITERATURE SERIES: Jane Austen

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” ― Jane Austen

[ginwhitlock]

When a human transforms into a vampire, they bring their strongest human trait into their new life. If someone has a particularly intense skill, it heightens after their transformation and becomes a special ability.

[sounddesignerjeans-deactivated2]

Honestly I think one of the most empowering things you can do for yourself is to separate your negative qualities from your identity.

Instead of saying “I’m lazy,” saying “I’ve made a habit of not doing work unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Instead of saying “I’m a bad friend,” saying “I haven’t communicated as much as I should with the people I care about.”

By being specific about your problems, and by framing it as an action that you are consciously either working on or ignoring rather than an unchangeable part of who you are, you allow yourself to accept your mistakes and work constructively on them instead of pretending they didn’t happen or wallowing in blaming yourself.

[flowerytale]

Taylor Swift, I Did Something Bad

[bruiselikeviolets]

read in 2024: death at morning house by maureen johnson

The jump from someone who can't be found to someone who is missing is long and short at the same time, because nothing has changed except your perception of the distance.