InfinitelyOphelia

The World is Quiet Here
I’ve committed to vote! Are you?

I’ve committed to vote! Are you?

One bird singing back to another because it can’t not.

Jane Hirshfield, from “All Day The Difficult Waiting”, in Come, Thief (via the-final-sentence)

prongsmydeer:

Can you imagine Harry trying to parent his children and tell them they need to settle down but then James Sirius just pulls out his edition of Harry James Potter: A History and goes, “When you were my age you followed an alleged mass murderer into a tunnel, faced a werewolf and nearly got killed by dementors. I think I can go to The Bent-Winged Snitches concert.” 

(via mollersaurus)

You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.

—Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” (via larmoyante)

(via squeats)

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. (via wordsnquotes)

(via mollersaurus)

strandbooks:

Underlined passage, Mystery, So Long by Stephen Dobyns, page 74.

Oh I kind of like that line

(via mollersaurus)

  • rowena: i'm looking over the plans
  • godric: yeah
  • rowena: what's this weird series of rooms accessible only by a hatch in a room on the right hand side of the third floor corridor
  • godric: oh that's for if we ever need to hide a priceless artifact for some reason
  • rowena: why would we hide a priceless artifact in a school
  • godric: safest place
  • rowena: fucking is it though?? there's a giant snake somewhere
  • [in the distance]
  • salazar: there's no snake you are wrong stop being wrong

escapekit:

The Last Billboard

A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand. 

you can follow it’s tumblr here. 

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