Tonight while walking on the waterfront in the angelic streets, I suddenly wanted to tell you how wonderful I think you are. Please don’t dislike me. What is the mystery of the world? Nobody knows they’re angels.
- Jack Kerouac to Allen Ginsberg  (via white-winged-dove)

(via blouseyblue)

'He kept messing up his hair,' said Harry in a pained voice.

Sirius and Lupin laughed.

'I'd forgotten he used to do that,' said Sirius affectionately.

'Was he playing with the Snitch?' said Lupin eagerly.

'Yeah,' said Harry, watching uncomprehendingly as Sirius and Lupin beamed reminiscently. 'Well…I thought he was a bit of an idiot.'

- this part gives me all the marauders feels because like here’s harry trying to have a serious conversation about his dead father and remus and sirius are just sitting there fANGIRLING OVER JAMES BC IT’S BEEN SO LONG (via elvendcrk)

(via marauders-fanfilm)

naimabarcelona:

Paris
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
- Oscar Wilde (via blackistheonlycolor)

dahliasheng:

There’s celebrities you admire and then there’s that one. That little shit. That life ruiner that could strap ravenous tigers to their feet and use my spine as a catwalk and I’d still probably get down on my knees and thank them profusely for the opportunity.

(via astairical)