Lena McFarland

6th Year Ravenclaw Sixteen "The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal."

[zamiragulch]

“I’ll miss you too. But I’ll write you, yeah?”

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“Y-y-yeah, of c-c-course.”

[nathan-bell]

Thank you. This time next year you’ll be one of the graduates too.

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“I kn-kn-know,” Lena said sadly, biting her bottom lip. “I’m gl-gl-glad I have another y-y-year.”

[nathan-bell]

You’re doing well, don’t worry. 

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“Congratulations, b-b-by the way o-o-on gr-graduating.”

[zamiragulch]

But can you believe it? We actually made it!

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“C-c-congr-gr-gratulations. I’m g-g-going to m-m-miss you n-n-next year.”

[nathan-bell]

Graduation is finally here. 

Smile.

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“I-I-I do s-s-so much b-better behind th-th-the camera, th-th-though.”

[astridbergesfrisbeymania]

[musingsfromlyrics]

     d̢̀ơ͘͝n̡’t get t๏๏ close    It’s d̨͜͞a҉r̷k̷͝ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ         ιт’s whპΓპ my demons нιde 

[hypsoline-dans-le-motu]

[goshakolbasnikov]

[forgottenfeeelings]

[theutopos-deactivated20240903]

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

theutopos:

Astrid Bergès Frisbey

[karoondathelucy]

“That’s not what I’m concerned about. I don’t go around picking fights with them, but I’m sure as hell not gonna just let them hurt me. And I’ll make damn well sure you’re able to really defend yourself so they don’t hurt you ever again.”

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“You h-h-have no idea wh-wh-what you’d do. I w-w-was there for d-d-days, th-th-there’s only s-s-so much p-p-people can t-t-take and they kn-know that.”

“Th-th-thank you, but I’m n-n-not going to w-w-waste your time, I j-j-just freeze up wh-wh-when they th-th-threaten me.”

[arabellecrane-archive]

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

ph. dimitri coste

[lovelyastridbergesfrisbey-blog]

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

lovelyastridbergesfrisbey:

«Up to Me» / 2015

Milan et Nola ont vingt ans et se sont promis de s'aimer jusqu'à la mort. C'est pour ça qu'ils sautent ensemble d'un pont un soir de juillet. À l'asile psychiatrique où on les a conduits, ils font la connaissance d'un vieux schizophrène qui se prend pour le danseur Nijinsky et qui dansera son dernier ballet avec eux, en cavale dans les rues de Paris. De pont en pont, de rue en rue, sur le macadam et sur l'eau de la Seine, Milan poursuivra sa quête et essaiera de comprendre la mystérieuse disparition de Nola.

[astridbfrisbeyonline]

“Yes, I saw my mother always so elegant, so chic, but I do not think this affected me, I preferred the country life, climb trees and stuff.” - Astrid for Yo Dona.

[karoondathelucy]

“Look, I’m not saying that it’s right or justified that the Death Eaters are fucking attacking people, but if you don’t protect yourself, you’re just making their jobs easier.”

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“I tr-tr-tried, but th-th-the more you f-f-fight, the m-m-more they h-hurt you. M-m-maybe you’re c-c-concerned about m-m-making their j-j-job hard, but I h-h-had to survive.”

[karoondathelucy]

“Nothing? Have you ever defended yourself before without a wand?”

[scaredeyesandtremblinghands]

“I tr-tr-tried, but it l-l-learned not t-t-to qu-qu-quickly.”