The Rest Of My Room Is Book Shelves. I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.

QUEEN CHARLOTTE & KING GEORGE

Fall in love with someone who feels like the warmth of the sun on a cold January morning, but soothes your heart like the cool waters of the sea on the hottest day of June.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

Nothing I’ve read has changed me more than “you do people a favor by accepting their help” like I repeat this constantly to so many people because it’s true!!! People like to feel useful, they like to feel kind, they like to feel like they have an ability to impact people’s lives so just let them!! Not everything is a thing to be owed back — accept people’s kindness without making a competition out of it

I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.

(via love-diaries)

There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation

Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via the-book-diaries)

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)

succulent magic ✨

"But undocumented immigrants are breaking the law."

I don't care. Not even a little.

Trump broke the law. His insurrectionists broke the law. And when they did, you insisted that breaking the law is patriotic and that our freedom fighters were all law breakers.

By the standards that you actively uphold, undocumented immigrants are patriots. So I will treat them like patriots.

El looking for her supersuit, Mike freaking out about his dinner plans.

“NO, YOU CAN’T GO FIGHT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL MONSTER RIGHT NOW, I MADE POT ROAST!!!!! AND EgGoS!!!”

Which person In your OTP is looking for their super suit, and who’s worried about their dinner date?

Me: :(

*thinks about Draco and Ron having to interact as in laws when scorose gets married*

Me: :)