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p. parkinson ⇸ force of nature
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h o g w a r t s h o u s e s + morisot
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i wish i was a strawberry and not a person goodnight
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Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere.
Ratatouille (2007) dir. Brad Bird, Jan Pinkava
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Fleur Delacour → She was tall and willowy with long blonde hair and appeared to emanate a faint, silvery glow.
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Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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Hey. Hey! Hey! This is not happening. But… No, no, no, no, no. No buts. I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job.
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Hermione Jean Granger
When in doubt, go to the library.
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Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home
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b e l l a t r i x
I was and am the Dark Lord’s most loyal servant.
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slytherin house: those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.
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p. parkinson ⇸ force of nature
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Anya Taylor-Joy for Tiffany & Co
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don’t you dare, she said roughly, tears welling again. you never looked at me twice before i was like this, before i was broken. now i’m just something for you to fix.
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War doesn’t start with violence. It starts with misunderstandings and prejudice. If you say you’re in favor of a world full of peace, you have to try to understand why others think and act the way they do. You have to accept that not everyone sees the world the way you do. You can’t believe everyone has the answers to what is right and wrong. If you haven’t made an attempt to understand the one you love then I’ll be pessimistic on behalf of the whole world.
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@litofcolournet event 1: characters of colour — zoya nazyalensky
❝ zoya of the lost city. zoya of the garden. zoya bleeding in the snow. you are strong enough to survive the fall.❞
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the song of achilles by madeline miller
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.