i wish for you

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. (x, x)

❝  you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece  and now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink ❞  

Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.

Yeah, size is no guarantee of power. Look at Ginny.

The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. (insp)

“Believe me,” croaked Black. “Believe me, Harry. I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have  d i e d  before i betrayed them.”

all my ships: harry & ginny (harry potter).

“[…] and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry kissed her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world.”

“ ‘there’s the silver lining i’ve been looking for,’ she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair-

the door banged open behind them and they jumped apart. ”

well, you seemed too busy to call him a prat, and I thought someone should.

“Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said George. “Look at Ginny.”

“What d’ you mean?” said Harry.

“You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?”

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than Firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair. ― Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

(1960 - 1981) your memory is made of light.