Ravenclawstearoom - Bria.

Tell me if I’m doing something weird. Sometimes I can’t tell.

Francesca Zappia, Made You Up (via the-book-diaries)

I cannot wait to publish the chapters of my fic that give these vibes. Currently wishing I could just mass upload the whole thing.

Scorpius: This is my gran, Narcissa.

Rose: Pleasure.

Narcissa: Well, hello there!

Narcissa: Now, do you prefer being called Rose or Satan's Mistress? Because we've heard it both ways.

Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.

E.R. Frank, Life Is Funny (via the-book-diaries)

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPah8hxFTaM)

You do not write your life with words…You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls (via the-book-diaries)

OTP Prompt 99

Person A: Are you.. blushing?

Person B: What, no.

Person A: Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, total badass Person B to blush?

Person B: No… It’s… It’s the cold.

Person A: Huh. It’s the cold. And not that I told you “your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too?”

Person B: *blushing harder* *voice cracks* N-no.

I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.

Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via the-book-diaries)

And whether you like it or not, I belong to you.

Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via the-book-diaries)