You Are All Of The Things You Love. You Are The Cluttered Bookshelf That Is Piled High With Worn, Tired

"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."

– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr

Christian scientist character who’s asked why he believes in God and says ‘I believe in what I can see’ and then gives an alphabetized list of all the miracles he’s seen

What’s REALLY inside the Ravenclaw Common Room

A/N: Not a request, but I thought we all need a pick-me-up today. Enjoy everyone, and feel free to request anything you’d like to see me write about ~

Seriously, do you realize how aesthetically pleasing the common room is?

I mean, like the blues and bronze made you feel like freakin’ royalty once you walk in

the most musical of the the common rooms - there’s soft sound of choir singing because of the magic, and the blue hues really calms you down REAL fast

I am 100% SURE that there’s AROMATHERAPY going on inside the common room:

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reading frankenstein be like

for the longest time, it feels like i have been trying to make sense of life but now i see there is no sense to be made, only life to be lived. there is no set purpose to fulfill, there are no checklists to complete, just an ephemeral moment to breathe, to love, to be kind, to feel. life is in all the simple, little things that we so often overlook. uncomplicate your heart. be here, be present, embrace your own journey. there is so much beauty and wonder to be found right where you are.

Do you ever just have a breakdown over the fact that there are too many books to read, too many movies to see, too many poems to memorize, too many plays to watch, too many artworks to stare at and that you will never be able to consume all of it or is that just me

same homoerotic energy

illegible handwriting, coffee rings on notebooks, putting gloves on only to take them off again, dark lipstick, maurice (1987), walking to class when it’s not raining enough for an umbrella but just enough to fog up your glasses, stone buildings, leaves that aren’t quite crunchy, deadlines, pen smudges, leaving class only to find out its dark outside, cinnamon, cold noses, swaying trees, half moons, cuffed sleeves, silence 

“It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Crime and Punishment)

Give me pretentious characters with a questionable moral compass or give me death