Isabella Rogge's Blog: The Redhead Writer, page 116
May 5, 2017
neala-ernswa:
marinermo:
instant-oatmeal:
archibanfkimble:
harry potter au where dumbledore is...
harry potter au where dumbledore is replaced by ron swanson
“Son, did you or did you not place your name in this stupid fire cup?”
“Welcome back to school, children. This year, your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be this woman from the Ministry of Magic. Why the government is interfering in the affairs of a private institution is beyond me. If you have any complaints, please do not bring them to me. End of speech.”
“Sir, why did Voldemort want to kill me?”
“There was some stupid prophecy made that you would defeat him. I do not believe in prophecies. He did and now he’s dead. Learn something from that.”
beyoncescock:
bborzoi:
you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a...
you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch
iconic
coralchanelh:
‘the stars were never on our side'✨
the-book-ferret:“You don’t need princes to save you. I don’t...

“You don’t need princes to save you. I don’t have a lot of patience for stories in which women are rescued by men.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sleeper and the Spindle
warmhealer:
Sort of calm, sort of terrified right now
clockworkbibliophile:
“Keep reading. It’s one of the most...

“Keep reading. It’s one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.”
May 4, 2017
"One kind of good book should leave you asking: how did the author know that about me?"
- Alain de Botton (via immzies-adventures-through-books)
clockworkbibliophile:
The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves,...

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.