quotes from quotes

It just took me longer than most to realize who he really was,” she said on a sigh.

“You still love him though,” I reminded her.

“I can’t control that,” she whispers, “but whenever my heart aches for who I think he was, I am strong enough now to remind it of who he became and who he showed himself to be. Then I remember that I am in love with a memory and not with him anymore.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #145
The hardest thing is to accept that someone you care about is treating you badly. Maybe not on purpose, and maybe not all the time, but you have a self worth and a value and if you pretend that you don’t know what it is, so will everyone else.
I feel blue but not the blue of sadness. More like the feeling when you look up at the sky and you see it so bright and you know it’s going to be a good day.
—  giulswrites

The power in my hand was gained for her sake.

She fell in love with you, your eyes, your hair, your fucking smile. But all you wanted to do was hurt her and you don’t know why. You don’t know why you decided to forget her real beauty, you don’t know why you left someone so forgiving and that’s what hurts her the most. Not because you cheated or kissed another woman, not because you slept in bed with her best friend. Sure those things hurt a lot, but what hurt her the most, what killed her inside was that she didn’t know why you left. Why you left when she forgave you or why she decided to sleep in the same bed you slept with her best friend in.

Maybe kindness is killing her instead of you.

—  Theo Aguirre
  • Albus: I'm not the prankster type, but every so often, I like to owl my dad letters. From himself. From the future.
  • Letter: Harry, at 8am, someone will poison the coffee. DO NOT drink the coffee. Best regards, future Harry.
  • Hermione: [about to take a sip of coffee]
  • Harry: NO! [knocks mug out of her hands]
  • Hermione: ?????
  • Harry: You'll thank me later.
I loved you so much. But then you broke me, and at first I didn’t understand why. But now I do. Some people are insecure, some people need to bring others down to feel content with themselves. Some people can’t help it, but others enjoy doing it, and you did. I spent time trying to mend myself after what you did. But I came out stronger, your words won’t hurt me anymore.
—  LM. You’ll get there.
It hurts. I know, okay? I know it hurts. But that’s the choice we make. We decide to get up every morning and face a world that is cold and vengeful and would like nothing more than for us to just cease to exist. We choose to roll out of bed into this unforgiving existence. We decide, every single day, to keep fighting, to keep trying, to keep hoping that someday, it will get better. And maybe it never will. Maybe we’ll all turn to dust and nothing will have changed. But we won’t know unless we make that choice and try.
—  Journal Entry; 21 Feb 2017
I spend my days
and nights wanting
nothing more than
to be seen behind
my stained glass eyes
Nothing more than 
to be felt on very surface
by those soft gentle hands
and to be heard
for the words that escape
my lips wish to travel
to your ears to let you know
my heart still lies
with you
—  // a.hagar

“How can I say your name without
Also breathing the words
My god, I found you’"

So basically, I’ve been reading CrushingOnSans’s oneshots on AO3, and now ufxut Sans is my otp


drarry moodboard (black&white edition)

Draco didn’t bother saying anything in reply; instead he tipped Harry onto his back and plastered his face, his neck, his chest, everywhere he could reach, with kisses. In truth, he probably couldn’t have answered with words. All the doubt, the uncertainty, the fear, the waiting, it was all over, gone.

He loved Harry.
Harry loved him.
What was there to be said? (X)


“There’s a happiness about me, a confidence and a happiness that I didn’t have when I was younger. You feel good inside, you look good outside. I feel like I look like somebody who’s having a good life, who’s enjoying it a little better than I did before. You can be really good-looking in your twenties but feel miserable, and people just sort of walk away.”