18 Sep  +5271
18 Sep  +7523
#spn 

hogwarts is my home

18 Sep  +9418
#hp 

thecityofclockwork:

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure. - Tessa Gray

15 Sep  +838

I’m not leaving here without you, understand?

15 Sep  +6908
#spn 
15 Sep  +3069
#spn 
15 Sep  +11740
#dw 

Within five minutes Harry was soaked to his skin and frozen, hardly able to see his teammates, let alone the tiny Snitch. He flew backward and forward across the field past blurred red and yellow shapes, with no idea of what was happening in the rest of the game. He couldn’t hear the commentary over the wind. The crowd was hidden beneath a sea of cloaks and battered umbrellas.

He turned, intending to head back toward the middle of the field, but at that moment, another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something that distracted him completely, the silhouette of an enormous shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of seats.

15 Sep  +7315
#hp 

I wasn’t in the right shape for Finnick for the audition. I had stubble and there was a picture of me at a premiere and everyone was like: who is this guy? He doesn’t even have blue eyes, let alone copper-coloured hair, a tan or a six pack. (x)

I wasn’t in the right shape for Finnick for the audition. I had stubble and there was a picture of me at a premiere and everyone was like: who is this guy? He doesn’t even have blue eyes, let alone copper-coloured hair, a tan or a six pack. (x)

15 Sep  +4102

qilberts:

BOOK MEME:
Series/Book [5/10]

ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS (Stephanie Perkins) “The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.”

15 Sep  +781

I got old. What did you think was going to happen? Thirty-six years, three months, four days of solitary confinement. This facility was built to give people a chance to live. I walked in here and I died. I waited for you, but you didn’t save me.

15 Sep  +2686
#dw 

insp (x

15 Sep  +164350

Nothing left to lose, but my own head.

15 Sep  +1738
14 Sep  +2293
This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home. I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath. I could never tell him, but it’s true. This is home. The two of us. Anna and the French Kiss
14 Sep  +1632