Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds — but I think of you always in those intervals.”
― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper
““You deserve something you don’t have to question. You deserve someone who is sure of you.” - r.h. Sin”
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You know who you are.
““Sometimes we need someone to simply be there, not to fix anything or do anything in particular. But just to let us feel we are supported and cared about.” - Unknown”
— (via thepersonalwords)
“Gnossienne”
— n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via lesgardenias)
somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac
“Despite all the ugly times and chaos, I am still ever so grateful for your presence and smile. Thank you for loving me.”
““Will I ever get over my first love?” you ask. I tell you that’s too broad. You don’t “get over” someone you were once in love with. You can not simply just erase the adrenaline filled first touches, or the sunny cherry kissed afternoons spent dazed in their presence. You can’t fill the holes they once dug into the deepest part of your heart. You will always know them and they will always know you; they will always be a part of your deepest thoughts because they once had the privileged of hearing them. But what can happen is this. Those nights spent sitting alone in your room replaying the memories as your heart burns and your mind sinks will slowly turn into a still presence of just knowing who you once were. Those mornings started by a panicked realization they are gone will soon turn into admiring the sun peeking through the windows while you realize your sudden and subtle contentment. The pain of unrequited love fades. You let go of the fact that they don’t want you anymore. You realize you don’t need them to make you happy and you start to live for yourself. You realize that it ended for a reason; you were only meant to be together in the past and it simply is not fit for you anymore. You begin to take life for what it is and grow from every experience. Of course you still have love for them, but it is a different kind of love. It’s that distant love where you wish them the best but you aren’t desperate for their presence anymore. As you continue to move on you may think of them and reminisce on the old times, but you know the doors to the nights of screaming and crying over them have finally been locked. You’re on a new path now, and so are they. It’s the beautiful cycle of life and love.”
— a letter to my old self
“Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, ‘Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.’ If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’”
— Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye
“I’ve learned a lot this year. I learned that things don’t always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should. And I’ve learned that there are things that go wrong that don’t always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before. I’ve learned that some broken things stay broken, and I’ve learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.”
— Jennifer Weiner
Raising a glass: to absent friends. May we remember them often and well, and love them forever.
So… some house-elves just appeared out of nowhere and suddenly started cutting onions… how strange!
Aaanyway, a most heartbreaking “Truth” for this evening’s prompt! Gee, they just won’t leave those onions alone :)
I remember
I remember my founders as clear as if I had met them only yesterday.
There was Helga. Helga, with her loving smile and giddy laugh. With her warming eyes and sunny charm. She reminds me of a tree, with deep roots and powers, ancient and strong. She was the thick bark to Godric’s fire, the soft leaves to Rowena’s Wind and the strong roots to Salazar’s Water. Warm, lovable Helga Hufflepuff. Hard working and loyal. She knew her worth, she knew her power. She never liked to use it as much as the others, but she was a force to be reckoned with. I can see her in the new students. Not a single one of them left me and my proteges during the battle.They stood together, fighting side by side. I know that Helga would be proud to see her children following her path. I wish they could meet her. I hope they know how proud she is of them. I really do.
Then there was Godric. Oh, Godric. He was so young, so wild and oh so caring. Godric, without a shred of a doubt, was fire. Fierce and impetuous. He was the beacon of light within the group, glowing and pulsating with the urge to prove himself. And just like fire, he could burn. Bright, yes, oh yes. So very bright. But also so very hot. His wrath was known to be like a seething hot sword. But as much as he was daring he was caring. The blaze in him could calm to glowing embers and soothing warmth engulfed me whenever I was in his presence. His descendants seem to have a nack for getting themselves into trouble. I can almost hear him laugh. That loud and hearty laugh that fell so easily from his lips. I know he is proud of his house. He was good at bragging, just as good as Salazar, but he was always laughing. And I know with ultimate certainty, wherever he is right now, he is bragging about his house.
Rowena, oh, Rowena Ravenclaw. There are queens and then there is Rowena. An empress as only known from far away lands, with straight noses and straighter minds. She was the cutting air and the singing winds. She was as fierce as Godric, but only in a hidden way, between verses and songs, between pages and lines. She favoured scholars, yes, indeed, but that did not make her dull. She was an adventurer in her own way. She was a dreamer and a builder. She was a world creator and she knew it. We all knew it. She was the ballad in the dark, gruesome nights. She was the poems that warmed a lover’s heart. She was the lullaby that chased away the nightmares. Rowena was the wind. As free and soaring as the west winds without leaving her study. If she could see her stundents now she might even bow her head to them. I think she is burning up with pride for them. Not that she would tell, but maybe, just maybe, she would sing about it.
How could I ever forget Salazar Slytherin? Salazar, with secrets in his eyes and mysteries on his lips. Salazar with his infamous mind and his sharp tounge.He was a though one. Or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was the softest of them all. For he protected what was his with such raging devotion that I wondered, more than once, who it was that had hurt him so. Salazar was water. He turned from roaring rivers to wrathful waves to soothing seas to divine drops. He was daring in a quiet way. Charismatic and hypnotizing with that smirk that was always flirting with danger. He kept to himself but he was good at making Godric laugh and roar with laughter. They where opposites, no doubt there. But they could make each other laugh as easily as they could set each other off. It was fun to watch, no denying there. Salazar will always be a riddle to me. But I know, that he would be delighted, truly delighted, to see that his students where still as devoted as he was. He would be happy to know that they were all trying to be as safe and happy as he was always trying to be.
I have seen a lot in my long years. Students come and go, faces appear and disappear. But I will always remeber my four founders. My earth, my fire, my air and my water. It is funny, how they all think their own house best when it is so obvious that they would not exist without the others. None of them is perfect, truly, they are far from it. But together? Well, that is a different story entierly.
For now, I just hope to do my job. I’ll honour my duties which my four friends bestowed upon me. I’ll keep their proteges safe. Safe and sound and happy.
After all, I will always be here to welcome you home.
Anonymous asked:
“I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.” Lemony Snicket&Snily
