iblamebuckybarnes:

unofficialhogwarts:

Headcanon that after the battle of Hogwarts, George dyes his hair an outrageous colour, and at first Molly is mad, but then she hears George whisper “I kept thinking it was him in the mirror”. 

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thirp:

I don’t know why but this looks to me like I’m on an operation table receiving surgery from cats

thirp:

I don’t know why but this looks to me like I’m on an operation table receiving surgery from cats

pavorst:

Two-Minute Personality Test
By Jonathan Safran Foer

What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look though your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?

sunnilei:

thesoutherly:

Michela Picchi’s Home in Berlin | iGNANT

want

sunnilei:

thesoutherly:

Michela Picchi’s Home in Berlin | iGNANT

want

“I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.”
— John Keating, The Dead Poets Society (via pavorst)
sofiemeanswisdom:

ok literally love figs

sofiemeanswisdom:

ok literally love figs


“Literature is made of good and bad, demons and angels, and more and more [critics] are only worried about my demons.” Orhan Pamuk, as a young man, at his drawing table in Istanbul. 

“Literature is made of good and bad, demons and angels, and more and more [critics] are only worried about my demons.” Orhan Pamuk, as a young man, at his drawing table in Istanbul. 

“Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.”
— (via bl-ossomed)

Two years he walks the Earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road.

Two years he walks the Earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road.

zirov:

i don have ex’s only why’s