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Post-DH, listening to a Holyhead Harpies game on the Burrow’s wireless. Harry would totally wear Ginny’s gear like a classic high school sweetheart.

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slumber (with hermione’s two gingers)

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Hermione and her two red cats

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There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “OI! There’s a war going on here!”

the iconic first kiss! i can’t believe it took me so long to draw this ~satisfactorily~

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Department of Mysteries: The Entrance

Everything in here was black including the floor and ceiling — identical, unmarked, handle-less black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls, interspersed with branches of candles whose flames burned blue, their cool, shimmering light reflected in the shining marble floor so that it looked as though there was dark water underfoot.

– J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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«What was more, he was now dreaming about walking down the corridor toward the entrance to the Department of Mysteries almost every night, dreams that always culminated in him standing longingly in front of the plain black door.»

Day 8: Hike

🎧 Doomsday - Murray Gold

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Department of Mysteries: The Arch Room

Unsupported by any surrounding wall, the archway was hung with a tattered black curtain or veil which, despite the complete stillness of the cold surrounding air, was fluttering very slightly as though it had just been touched.

– J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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Daily Drawing Day 163 - Once upon a December...

Every year, around this time, I re-watch Anastasia and every time it appears to be better and better!

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Michael Cunningham, The Hours

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Favorite Pacey/Joey Moments Per Episode: 4x14 A Winter's Tale (Part 7)

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Dawson’s Creek S3.E22 “The Anti-Prom” + S3.E23 “True Love”

Joey: “I think I’m in love with you.” Pacey: “You think, or you know?” Joey: “I know. I’ve known it since the moment you kissed me, and maybe even before. And, as scary as it is, I don’t want to deny it anymore, Pacey. I don’t want to run away from it, and I don’t want to let it run from me.” Pacey: “So… what are we gonna do here, Jo?” Joey: “I want to come with you.” Pacey: “What?! Are you crazy?” Joey: “I want to stop standing still. I want to move forward. I want to come with you.” Pacey: “What about Bessie and the B&B? They need you.” Joey: “Not as much as I need you, Pacey.”

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“You know you love someone when you can spend the entire night sitting by the fire watching them sleep.”

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Rebecca Serle, In Five Years

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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root written c. May 1852

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PRIMO LEVI, Ad ora incerta

Cercavo te nelle stelle

Quando le interrogavo bambino.

Ho chiesto di te alle montagne,

Ma non mi diedero che poche volte

Solitudine e breve pace.

Perché mancavi, nelle lunghe sere

Meditai la bestemmia insensata

Che il mondo era uno sbaglio di Dio,

lo uno sbaglio nel mondo.

E quando, davanti alla morte,

Ho gridato di no da ogni fibra,

Che non avevo ancora finito,

Che troppo ancora dovevo fare,

Era perché mi stavi davanti,

Tu con me accanto, come oggi avviene,

Un uomo una donna sotto il sole.

Sono tornato perché c'eri tu.

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“È la totalità, pensai. Un'eco tanto vicina alla perfezione da non poter dire quale sia la prima voce e quale il ritorno della voce-fantasma. Per un momento tutto mi fu chiaro, e nei momenti in cui accade, vedi quant'è sottile il mondo. Non lo sappiamo tutti quanti, in cuor nostro? È un meccanismo perfetto e bilanciato di voci ed echi che fanno da rotelle e leve, onirico orologio che rintocca oltre il vetro degli arcani che chiamiamo vita. Oltre? Sotto? Intorno? Caos, tempeste. Uomini con martelli, uomini con coltelli, uomini con pistole. Donne che pervertono ciò che non possono dominare e denigrano ciò che non possono capire. Un universo di orrore e smarrimento circonda un palcoscenico illuminato, sul quale noi mortali danziamo per sfidare le tenebre.”

— Stephen King, 22/11/‘63