ピンクの恋人

HappIness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste

(Source: aesthetichoice, via girlinlondon)

sorelatable:

It’s so frustrating when you’re like the only person who can see how evil and sneaky someone is and everyone else is like blind to it

(via sheebaaaa)

zvcruvolo:

He just shit on your whole life, bitch.

(Source: , via the-absolute-best-posts)

idiotsonfb:

inexorablyacademic:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

cameralinz:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.

Rock ‘n roll.

Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.

Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.

   (via)

(Source: margaerystyrells, via wednesdayteaparty)

brownshhugar:

Person: So, what are your interests?

Me: 

image

(via wednesdayteaparty)