La stazione di Taormina, Sicilia
Piazza Pretoria, Palermo, Sicilia, Italia
I don't want to be a man. I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.
Jace Herondale
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I don't want to be a man. I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.
Jace Herondale
l0vely-lupin-deactivated2022101
Afraid
golden trio x reader
summary: you realize that the golden trio will leave you eventually when you notice them getting distant.
warnings: angst, panic attacks (let me know if i missed any!)
requested: yes | no
a/n: a small thing while i’m writing for an anon again
I’m literally obsessed with these photos
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince dir. David Yates | 2009
Ron Weasley being #A MOOD in HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE — 2001, dir. Chris Columbus
My always mood
TWENTY YEARS OF HARRY POTTER FILMS - 11.16.2001
Help will always be given at Hogwarts, Harry, to those who ask for it. I’ve always prized myself on my ability to turn a phrase. Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it. But I would, in this case, amend my original statement to this: “Help would always be given at Hogwarts, to those who deserve it.” Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, those who live without love.
Draco: And as punishment, I should get to sleep with Granger.
Ron: That's not punishing me, that's punishing Hermione. And cruelly, I might add.
rome, italy, march 27th, 2018
ORTIGIA A SIRACUSA
Sei stato a Siracusa? Hai visto le bianche case d’Ortigia risplendere abbaglianti nel sole di mezzogiorno? Hai visto i balconi in ferro battuto, le mura consunte e scavate dalla salsedine? Hai visto il cielo rinchiuso nelle strette vie, il mare apparire d’improvviso alla fine del vicolo, hai notato il tempo fermarsi e con te osservare la bellezza delle onde venire ad accarezzare le antiche mura, il grande castello, la fontana della sfortunata Aretusa. Qui gli anni si accavallano e confondono, non esiste il domani, ma solo un sorridente passato, un sereno, luminoso presente.
Oh forse quando eri li, la primavera ha portato le uniche piogge dell’anno, e le strade, le chiese i palazzi erano lucidi di pioggia e splendevano al tocco dei pochi raggi di sole che filtravano tra le scure nubi. Hai mangiato in uno dei suoi tanti ristoranti? hai visitato il teatro greco ed ascoltato nel vento la forza della parola che gli antichi greci ci hanno lasciato? Siracusa non ha uguali e nessuna delle ricche città d’oriente ed occidente potrà dire di superarla con i suoi grattacieli di vetro e cemento: lei era, lei è, lei sarà quando le altre città erano, loro sono, loro saranno solo polvere e oscena ricchezza. Lei ha visto Dei immortali nascere e diventare polvere, ha visto gli orrori di guerre e pestilenze infinite, la bellezza fiorire improvvisa nelle opere dei suoi artisti, brillare nelle notti dell’umanità come splendide stelle. Qui il mondo ha memoria del suo nascere ed essere, ha memoria del creare dell’uomo, del suo poter vivere in armonia con il cielo ed il mare, ed è questa memoria, è questa armonia che chiamano Siracusa.
Been to Siracusa? Have you seen the white houses of Ortigia shine dazzling in the midday sun? Have you seen the wrought iron balconies, the worn walls dug by the salt? You have seen the sky enclosed in the narrow streets, the sea suddenly appear at the end of the alley, you have noticed time stop and with you observe the beauty of the waves come to caress the ancient walls, the great castle, the fountain of the unfortunate Arethusa. Here the years overlap and confuse, there is no tomorrow, but only a smiling past, a serene, bright present.
Oh maybe when you were there, spring brought the only rains of the year, and the streets, the churches and the buildings were shiny with rain and shone at the touch of the few rays of sunlight that filtered through the dark clouds. Have you eaten in one of its many restaurants? have you visited the Greek theater and listened in the wind to the power of the word that the ancient Greeks left us? Syracuse has no equal and none of the rich cities of East and West will be able to say to overcome it with its skyscrapers of glass and concrete: she was, she is, she will be when the other cities were, they are, they will only be dust and obscene wealth. She has seen immortal gods being born and becoming dust, she has seen the horrors of endless wars and plagues, the beauty suddenly flourishing in the works of her artists, shining in the nights of humanity like splendid stars. Here the world remembers its birth and being, it remembers the creation of man, of his being able to live in harmony with the sky and the sea, and it is this memory, this harmony that they call Syracuse.
Sicilia bedda
A misty, spooky kind of day in the Cotswolds. (@adamjason1 IG)