September 27, 2014
"I turned to Rosie. It had been several hours since she asked her question, and I had now given it considerable thought. How was I feeling?
‘Confused,’ I said to her.
I expected her to have forgotten the questions, but perhaps the answer made sense in any case.
‘Welcome to the real world.’"

— Graeme Simsion, The Rosie Project

September 27, 2014
"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love."

— Dumbledore

September 27, 2014
"Well, at least I have books"

— Me, when human company gets too much. (via blossomfully)

September 25, 2014
"I wouldn’t change a thing…
Because all those things led me to
this place,
and
to
you."

Elizabeth EulbergTake a Bow (via hellyeahitsrandom)

(via hellyeahitsrandom)

September 22, 2014
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever."

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

September 14, 2014
"I’m not sure what I’ll do, but - well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

September 11, 2014
"He loved you," Hermione whispered. "I know he loved you."
Harry dropped his arms.
“I don’t know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isn’t love, the mess he’s left me in."

— Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

September 9, 2014
"One day you will kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence."

— Karen Marie Moning

September 7, 2014
"You’re only human. You don’t have to have it together every minute of every day."

— Anne Hathaway

September 6, 2014
"

Most of all, she loved resting her head against his chest and hearing the quiet thud of his heart.

"You are alive." She said quietly, "and so am I."

"And we are such small, insignificant things that in a hundred years no one will even remember our names."

"But I am so grateful for this," she said, "this nothingness, that may be of no consequence to the skies. And the universe will laugh at our invincibility but perhaps it is enough to leave fingerprints on just one person’s skin."

"This nothingness is ours," she said, "And that will always be enough for me."

"

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #59 This one’s for you, okay? (via blossomfully)

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