Perhaps I don’t want to take leaps of faith anymore. Perhaps I want a firm surface to land on, with certainties and stabilities. None of this worrying of where I’m going to trip and fall.”
“None of us are going to have anything remotely stable to land on for some time, Malfoy. How are you getting through this now if not by faith?”
“Honestly, Granger?” He reached between their bodies and grasped her hand, twining their fingers together. “I think it might be you.
Chris Allen as a
petrifieddead Moaning Myrtle. I literally cannot.
As you get older, it’s weird to realize “home” is a concept, not a place.
#9,425 on the list of things I am not sorry for
Samuel L. Jackson and Anne Hathaway compete over which of their movies is bleaker [x]
omg bless im not flawless thank youuuu though omg. I love your fic cross your mind omgmgmgm so freaking cute.
omg thank you i’m dying here unf
WHAT IS AIR