Imagine sitting in the movie theater and part 2 of Deathly Hallows ends and then there’s a flash of golden light and you wake up in the armchair in your common room, realizing that you had just fallen asleep and dream that you were a muggle and they had made books and movies about your life… you just laugh at that insane thought and walk off to the Great Hall to have some dinner and cold pumpkin juice.
(Source: mrsronaldbiliusweasley, via alivewiththe-gloryoflove)
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that. -Brian Andreas
“There’s time. Time to count split ends and light candles; to drive slow and sing softly. There’s time to trace the lines around your eyes with a fingertip and draw constellations on your skin. Time enough to close your eyes and tilt your head back and smell the salt in the air even miles away from the sea. Time to seek your peace in the darkest of places and smile down on the lines in the road. There’s time. There’s plenty of time.” -submitted to mols.tumblr.com anonymously. I take no credit for this, it’s just simply beautiful.
“There was a day when love flowed back and forth like a river of sorts, with rapids of course, you sailed these waters watching from the crow’s nest, your ship painted on the side SS Brianna Best. This river it flowed into the ocean, love giving way to total devotion. The seagulls circling around would chant, don’t let your river run dry. Don’t let your river run dry.” -submitted to me anonymously on Formspring.
