#minrd

[czernys]

“Each flower was given with love and so I dried, bunched and hung them, to always remember I was loved”

[hunters-schafer]

[allforthegameseries]

[drowsydrunk]

archive moodboard: @diorangel                                     

 she is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom 

[danwilds]

» six of crows by leigh bardugo

we are all someone’s  m o n s t e r  (insp)

[minjard]

SONG BEHIND THE SCENE: lover, where do you live by highasakite

I learned the lesson about bad ideas We're really out in the middle of it now

[pushkins]

He is not the Hufflepuff he should be.

He knows it when he wakes in the morning to his unwelcoming reflection; his features that give away the unkindness in his soul. And it is entrenched deep in him, a vicious sense of self preservation, a vibrant green jealousy that would be at home in the Slytherin dungeons, a spiteful disdain for his own house.

He knows that he falls short of being what he ought to be.

However, that said, he is perfectly suited to the quidditch team — he supposes everyone on it has a little bit more bite to them than the rest of their house, their natures just a little harder beneath the soft veneer.

He had wondered, a long time ago, if he was the only exception but his first game in that locker room he knew. The shared rueful smiles too wide to be genuine: too daring, too ambitious, too hungry to be like the rest of their house.

Zachariah Smith is not the Hufflepuff he should be. He finds a vindictive pleasure to know he's not the only one.

—  || Eliot C. || @quidditchleaguenet ||☕||

[andruwminyrd]

SKAM (2015 - 2017)