What The Fuck, Richard.

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

OLIVIA HUSSEY in ROMEO AND JULIET (1968), dir. Franco Zeffirelli

i had a thought

The trees were very vain in the winter. They didn’t care that the world had grown cold and everyone’s life had become more difficult. Covered in white fur, they looked elegant. The snow highlighted the wild, beautiful shapes of their branches. As though they were wearing skimpy nightgowns on their wedding nights.

Heather O'Neill, excerpt from The Capital of Dreams

han x leia; the empire strikes back / return of the jedi.

All children were morbid, but I wore it better.

Alice Slater, from 'Death of a Bookseller'

We fight every night for something, but when the sunsets we’re both the same. Half in the shadows. Half burned in flames.

I imagine this everyday

Harry is already so fucking sarcastic and can you give a verbal beat down without missing a beat but imagine if he was raised by Sirius.

"her heart lies somewhere else" you just know daniel knew in that moment.

I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.

— W. Somerset Maugham, from The Painted Veil (Heinemann; January 1, 1949) (via The Hammock Papers)