…At Night I Dream That You And I Are Two Plants That Grew Together, Roots Entwined

Her

I have seen her straight out of bed.

Bed hair, bed eyes and bed smile.

Lying on her favourite pillow, with her favourite cover

Drawn up her body like the most fragile ferocious shield

Waking up after a night that seems to go on forever;

Relentless, tiresome ticking away of seconds that gushed in with anxiety and misery.

I have seen her calling it a night when the sun is about to shine and waking up feeling perplexed with no recollection of how she survived the darkness.

I have seen her straight out of bed and she has looked like the most exotic and lonely thing to walk Earth.

And I do not remember loving anyone else so fiercely.

Friendship- my definition- is built on two things. Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don’t have trust, the friendship will crumble.

Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (via the-book-diaries)

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via the-book-diaries)

Listen — are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?

Mary Oliver, Have You Ever Tried To Enter The Long Black Branches (via the-book-diaries)

are u joking me

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis (via thelovejournals)

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.

I want to look back and say that I was alive. That I didn’t turn my back. That I tried. That I was happy.

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via the-book-diaries)

When crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it’s ‘intelligent’ and ‘really cool’ but when I do it I’m ‘petty’ and ‘need to move on’.

Sirius Black (via incorrectmarauderquotes)