c o s m i c a l.

Maia’s leather jacket appreciation post

Just A Song To Skip… (via mypenleaksiridescence)

Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)

“What we need,” said Dumbledore slowly, and his light blue eyes moved from Harry to Hermione, “is more time.” “But —” Hermione began. And then her eyes became very round. “OH!” “Now, pay attention,” said Dumbledore, speaking very low, and very clearly. “Sirius is locked in Professor Flitwick’s office on the seventh floor. Thirteenth window from the right of the West Tower. If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one innocent life tonight. But remember this, both of you: you must not be seen. Miss Granger, you know the law — you know what is at stake… . You — must — not — be — seen.”

Happiness would come, Harry thought, but at the moment it was muffled by exhaustion, and the pain of losing Fred and Lupin and Tonks pierced him like a physical wound every few steps. Most of all he felt the most stupendous relief, and a longing to sleep. But first he owed an explanation to Ron and Hermione, who had stuck with him for so long, and who deserved the truth. Painstakingly he recounted what he had seen in the Pensieve and what had happened in the forest, and they had not even begun to express all their shock and amazement when at last they arrived at the place to which they had been walking, though none of them had mentioned their destination.

Lydia + “Teen Idle” by Marina & The Diamonds requested by anon

I’m either a stone cold bitch or all of my emotions run together and come out as a weird hyperactive explosion but that will only happen when I’m with close friends. I find it extremely hard to have compassion for other people because I have to make a judgement whether I should get invested in their emotions or not as time is money. I really hate talking about my own feelings because it shows vulnerability and I don’t want to push my problems on other people.

ma.c.a // I thought you’ll do the same (via vomitingwords)