catelyn

“Charlie threads his fingers through mine and lifts the back of my hand to his lips. “For what it’s worth,” he says, “I doubt I will ever like anyone else in the world as much as I like you.”

I slip my arms around his neck and climb into his lap, kissing his temples, his jaw, his mouth. Love, I think, a tremor in my hands as they move into his hair, as he kisses me.

The last-page ache.

The deep breath in after you’ve set the book aside.

When he walks me to the door sometime later, he takes my face in his hands and says, “You, Nora Stephens, will always be okay.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“Remus laughed. He felt light as air - it was like being high; having nothing to hide at all, “Queer, illiterate, homeless, werewolf…”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Miss you." Remus said, one night. It had taken all day to raise the courage for those two stupid words.
"I'm right here." Sirius smiled tiredly.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“What’s a musician?” Remus scoffed. “I say it’s anyone who makes sound with an instrument. Who says everyone’s got to be a Tchaikovsky or a Rachmaninoff.”
― Motswolo, The Cadence of Part-time Poets