Seelieknight

Imagine your OTP:

Picking strawberries or wild blackberries together during the summer when they’re in season

Relaxing at night on the grass, gazing up at the sky and marveling at, not the stars, but a summer lightning storm

Skinny dipping under the light of the moon during the summer camping trip while the rest of the group is asleep

Frolicking in the warm summer rain together after being caught in a storm after realizing playing in it is more fun than fleeing from it

Finding a patch of honeysuckle and picking and enjoying them together

Going to the farmer’s market or flea market together

Attending a local summer carnival and basking in the cliche of the romantic Ferris wheel ride and the cheesy carnival game prizes

Supporting one of their younger siblings by going to one of their little league games and cheering them on

Having a summer picnic at the park with watermelon and hot dogs and lemonade

Accidentally (or purposefully) dozing off in a hammock together as the sun sets and the air cools down

Playing with sidewalk chalk like they’re kids again

Imagine your OTP doing some underappreciated summer activities!! AKA anything other than just eating ice cream and being hot

You are still yourself in everything except your appearance. You’ve still got your own mind and your own brain and your own voice, and thank goodness for that.

Roald Dahl, The Witches (via the-book-diaries)

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.

I could write about you, but you don’t deserve to live forever.

just like i don’t deserve you (via letters-from-alex)

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

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

“There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.” - Irwin Shaw (via quotemadness)

via @quotemadness

I want too much, she thought. I want everything. I want day and night, sleeping and waking, world without end, amen. Someone warned her once that it was fatal to tell a man you loved him. ‘What I really want,’ she said, ‘deep down, is stillness, safety. The feeling you’d always be there. I love you. I think I must have loved you without knowing it all my life.’

Daphne Du Maurier, Don’t Look Now & Other Stories (via the-book-diaries)

Harry: The two of you are grounded.

Lily Luna: Whoa, whoa! By the two of us I hope you mean James and his imaginary friend!

Welcome, Friends.

Hi there! I'm Bria, or B as I sign my fics, and I am so happy you're here. I'm in my mid-twenties and absolutely obsessed with all things Harry Potter. I'm a dramione girl through and through, but also love scorose, wolfstar and jegulus. My current WIPs, The Sun and the Moon (scorose), It Happened One Night (Jegulus), and Half-Lived (Modern Jegulus AU) can be found on AO3 for registered users under @ravenclawstearoom.

My other interests include finding the best chai latte in every city I visit, consuming literature and poetry like it's my full time job, and treating my pets like the spoiled children they are. I am married to my dearest friend in the world who is the gentle Hufflepuff to my brash Ravenclaw, and my unofficial beta for every one of my works (so blame him for any mistakes you find as you read).

I love new friends so don't be shy, shoot me a message if you would like to connect. Take good care of yourselves, loves.

xx,

B