At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.
every time i remember that harry named one of his kids after snape but not hagrid i actually feel my soul leave this plane of existence for like 20 minutes
i’m such a “look at the sky” “look at the sunset” “look at the moon” stay in the car to listen to the rest of the song typa person
Hilarious book dedications.
will chris ever let her live: a compilation
X-Men: Years of Future Past
“Human hate can adapt to anything.”
Wild wolf in Finland by Niko Pekonen
hp instagram au: the m a r a u d e r s era (girl version)
best friends are the ones who are there: whenever; wherever; however and most importantly: forever. ~unknown
i don’t think people understand that people can ‘love’ you and not actually love you
like my grandmother ‘loved’ me, but she also was always trying to change me. she tried to take me away from my (catholic bisexual) mother. she made me wear dresses when i was there. she always tried to get me to go to church and was always asking me if i was dating a boy yet
i spent years feeling guilty that i wasn’t what she wanted me to be until my mom told me one day “she never bothered to know the real you”
and it’s true. any time i tried to show her something about myself, even cook for her, it would be dismissed, and a replacement would be offered. even northern food was somehow a sin.
she loved me what she thought i should be, she never loved me.
bc people who love you, they love you for all the stuff that makes you you. they never consider that it makes you inconvenient.
“It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold.“
Loving someone like a prized possession is a very different thing from loving someone like a person you care about.
THIS THO
This is so true…
I'd Much Rather Have a Dragon 