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blogger, reader, writer, ocean swimmer, stargazer, pygmy puff enthusiast.

"If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.” 

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

the-internet-addict:

pottern:

don’t date someone you wouldn’t have a harry potter movie marathon with

That’s nearly 24 hours. I wouldn’t do that with anyone

…the weak are already weeding themselves out…

You never forget your first.

  • what she says:

    im fine

  • what she means:

    sirius black died and there was never time to mourn him and i am continually haunted by the veil he fell through

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

there and back again, n.m.h.  (via running-from-infinity)

dreammetheworld:

Anna and the French Kiss

Atlanta was home for almost eighteen years, and though I’ve only known Paris for the last nine months, it’s changed me. I have a new city to learn next year, but I’m not scared.
Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
And we’re finally home.

Lola and the Boy Next Door

“Are you ready?” he asks.
“I am.”
“Are you scared?”
“I’m not.”
He takes my hand and squeezes it. I hold my head high toward my big entrance, hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.

Isla and the Happily Ever After

“The last page.” He gestures towards the table, where a pencilled sketch is being turned into inked brushstrokes. It’s a drawing of us, in this café, in this moment.
I smile up at him. “It’s beautiful. But what comes next?”
“The best part.” And he pulls me back into his arms. “The happily ever after.”

intoasylum:

These particular moments/interactions between Killian and Emma really stood out to me for some reason. At the beginning of the episode, Emma opens the door and just admires Hook in his new clothes, noticing nothing about his hand. He then literally gives her a rose with his left hand (where is hook should be)… and she still notices nothing out of the ordinary. She accepts the rose happily and continues to talk to him. It’s not until Snow interrupts and says "…Emma…" when Emma finally realizes that Killian’s hook is gone, and that he has his hand back. Even so, she just shrugs it off like it’s no big deal and jokes, “So what do I call you now, Captain Hand?”

Then at the end of the episode, Killian walks into the police station holding his hook and adjusting it, because it’s all he can focus on. It’s all he’s been worrying about the entire episode. But Emma turns around to talk to him, and once again, notices nothing different. She then walks towards him, flirting a little bit. Then finally after that, she realizes his hook is back and she asks "what the hell happened to your hand?". Right after Hook explains the situation, she has no reaction or response. She walks away nonchalantly, un-phased and unaffected, with no care in the world.

My point is that Emma doesn’t even care or pay attention to the fact that Killian has a hook or a stump or an actual hand; whereas it’s all Killian can think about. He’s so preoccupied with getting his hand back. He struggles with the fact that he doesn’t have two hands to hold her with, and we found out in this episode that it’s actually something he’s really insecure and self-conscious about. He’s so concerned about his lack of a hand that he doesn’t even realize how unaffected and un-phased Emma is by it.

She loves him exactly how he is, regardless of a hand or a hook. That stuff is petty and unimportant to her. She just wants him. And I just love that so much.

alittlebitgayandmore:

Shang’s journey to self discovery as told by me

n-a-s-a:

We all want something we can’t have.