William Shakespeare (via vaerity)
“Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting, but it decided on Gryffindor in the end.”
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“If I’m going to die, let it happen while there is still some of left.” Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones)
cool ladies: myrtle warren
“my life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death.”
Yeah, listen… I get it. I do. I know how hard this is, but let’s be there for Will, huh?
“At first, Lavender had been very annoyed that nobody had thought to tell her that Ron was in the hospital wing — ”I mean, I am his girlfriend!“ — but unfortunately she had now decided to forgive Harry this lapse of memory and was keen to have lots of in-depth chats with him about Ron’s feelings, a most uncomfortable experience that Harry would have happily forgone.”
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“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this land is fairest of all?”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?
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Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
cool ladies: astoria greengrass
“because love will mean some falling and she’s afraid of heights.”
FLINTWOOD | for @quidditchleaguenet oct challenge - slyth team: fav ships
cause we are just sparks. but together burning bright. (x)
Endless list of favorite characters ♡ Charles Macaulay
There was a piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.