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Your body is capable of almost anything if you treat it the way it deserves to be treated. You can climb mountains, run for miles and bend in ways that make people cringe, with the nourishment and love that you should always be striving to give it. Try loving your body, treat it as if it is a old friend, as if you want it to function into old age, and see what your body gives you back.
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Bodies are made for love by Amy Kennedy

13/03/17

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You give him the love you’ve been dying to receive. You give him the words you constructed and carefully crafted your whole life for yourself just to make him feel the warm breeze of your embrace. You give him the air left inside your lungs even if you know you cannot get enough of it beneath the crowded walls to support your own life. But that’s how you know you love someone—you give them everything you’ve always been dying to have.
—  an excerpt from my upcoming book, Cher Ami
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1x16 // 4x11 [requested by @ohfortheloveofmindy]

this is a tale, a tale of a coward. the tale of “never good enough” and “always behind,” the tale of failures and heartbreaks and fears. it is a tale of a boy who abandons his best friends in times of need: during the triwizard tournament, during the horcrux hunt. it is a tale of a youngest brother struggling to keep up, who dreams of glory and honor and fame. it is a tale of the sidekick, the best friend, the second-in-command.

this is a tale, a tale of a hero. the tale of overcoming feelings of inferiority and a sense of resentment, the tale of loyalty and bravery and persistence. it is a tale of a boy who returns to his best friends in times of need: who hugs another young boy in the common room, gruff with choked up emotion, a boy who sheepishly returns to a winter search with renewed determination. it is a tale of a quidditch player who practices day and night for a sport he loves, whose confidence claims him chants of “weasley is our king, he didn’t let the quaffle in…”

this is a tale, a tale of an extraordinary boy in extraordinary circumstances. the tale of a boy who offers his sandwiches to a stranger, a boy who scoffs at blood purity and combats injustice, who fights for his friends. it is a tale of a boy who becomes a man; not perfect, not flawless, but mature enough to learn and realize and grow. it is a tale of a steady, true, indispensable companion whose generosity and bravery and good old fashioned wits turn the battle’s tide, a tale of a hero in his own right. it is a tale of a defiant battle cry, a shouted “he beat you!” and a shattered silence charm, a scream that frees hogwarts’s defenders. 

this is the tale of ron weasley.

It is times when the sun is shining and the mornings are not long that we are reminded that life is beautiful. When we walk into the air and feel no hesitation, we feel peace and we are ready to go wherever the day takes us. Make every day a day that is warm, a day that makes you smile and feel peaceful. Enjoy your life, for what it is, and you will never have a bad day again.
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Find peace in the day by Amy Kennedy

13/04/17

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Find the great in everyday. Whether it be making somebody laugh or passing a test, there is always something to smile about. The more you appreciate and acknowledge the good that already surrounds you the more you welcome in, let there be light in every day. You only have so long on this earth, so you might as well be happy.
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might as well smile by Amy Kennedy

19/04/17

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Never settle for less than what you are worth, your time is the most precious thing you own. You are worthy of happiness, warmth, creativity and freedom, never limit that. Never limit yourself to less that joy for someone, or something, who doesn’t care what you are feeling. You are not a compromise.
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You are worthy by Amy Kennedy

19/03/17

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sansaregina’s 14 days of christmas

@cosimocontessina: “You’re right, I’m 100% in the wrong.The truth is I’m the one that’s not tough enough to be in here. I mean, watching the woman I love unarmed, locked up with all these murderers… it’s just too much for me.”

Kiss me, I'm Irish ☘

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!) fun for this holiday, dedicated to @swallowedsong for various reasons. Sláinte! (rated M, 3000 words, AO3)


She almost choked on her green beer as her best friend’s feet came up off the ground as the burly, flanneled lumberjack (well, big guy in flannel shirt) at the bar planted a smacking kiss right on those unsuspecting lips. She’d told Killian what would happen if we wore that shirt, but he didn’t listen. Emma’s laughter is lost in the packed pub filled to the brim with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, but she knows Killian hears it, his telltale eyebrow lifting as Paul Bunyan releases him and gives him a jovial pat on the back.

“You had to know that would happen at some point, lad.”

“Aye, mate…sláinte!”

Emma shakes her head at Killian’s seemingly unflappable facade, watching as he shares a big grin and a toast with his kissing buddy at the end of the bar. But as he makes his way back to her she can see the signs of his mild embarrassment in the red glow of his pointy ears to the sheen of sweat at the hollow of his throat.

“Regretting that shirt yet?”

“Why Swan? That was the best kiss I’ve had all night.”

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