a marauders enthusiast

Todd: they say lavender soften anxiety and I wonder whether I can plant a garden so dense in your mind that the knots i your chest unravel and never tighten again

Neil: the word "father" rots in my mouth

Charlie: Let's go to the garden. Lets be kids again. I'll chase you if you chase me.

Nuwanda: my head is bloody, but unbowed

Meeks: lets be nothing... I heard it lasts forever

Knox: I choked on such longing I couldn't spit out. Yes, desire is so different, when God bore you hungry.

Chris: they say a woman's first blood doesn't come from between her legs but from biting her tongue

Pitts: Wine, poetry or virtue as you wish. But be drunk

RED: hair wrapped in a towel. loud laughter. cracking your knuckles. shirts that hang off your shoulders. the satisfaction when you beat someone in an argument. frequently dying your hair bright colours. messy bangs. being an actor.

ORANGE: bare feet on pavement. hearing shouts from the street below. drawing on skin. unbuttoned collars. smoking with friends. painting each of your nails a different colour. tanned skin that's slightly burnt. being a speaker.

YELLOW: flowers wrapped in newspaper. guitar being played softy. feeling the sun warm your hair. cropping tops by tying them. when you laugh so hard you can't breathe. muddy and scratched knees. being an artist.

GREEN: plants growing in pots in the kitchen. yawning. moisturising your legs. rolling your sleeves to the elbows. waking up on a good day and letting out a deep breath. taking your shoes off to walk the streets. sturdy shoulders. being a singer.

BLUE: a book on the passenger seat. when you fall asleep in the car and the last thing you hear is your parents talking softly. enjoying the ache in your muscles. cuffing jeans. when you do well at something you worked hard for. making the bed. shiny hair. being a writer.

INDIGO: pens kept in a mug. raised voices. drumming your fingers on a table top. rolling your skirts up. when music's playing so loud you can feel it vibrating through your whole body. biting your nails. collarbones. being a dancer.

a small part of Forever,

waiting here for you,

and that's okay.

to wait for you is a luxury

Harry: God, God, what do I do after all of this survival?

Ron: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend // I fear to stain your clothes with blood // stain them. I do not care

Hermione: perfectionism is very addictive because its seductive. Its great to think "there's a way I can do things here I can never be held in judgement by other people, that I can totally escape criticism." But it doesn't work

Neville: the planet does not need more 'successful people.' The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers and storytellers of all kinds.

Ginny: Maybe I am just a woman, but I would really like be be angry. God, I would like to be angry. I would like to be furious and destructive and have everyone go "shit, oh shit, what have we done?"

Luna: I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Fred: I will haunt you // (through tears) promise it

George: I am afraid that if I open myself I will not stop pouring

Cho: look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear

Cedric: but I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby

Draco: I did crave attention but I refused to humiliate myself by asking for it

Fleur: don't tell me I'm pretty. I did not choose the way my features aligned themselves or the texture of my hair or the colour of my skin. tell me i have a beautiful mind. tell me the way the rain makes me happy makes you happy.

JAMES: "Tell me how it is, being the sun. You could walk into a room and they'd all be watching you. They'd all get down on their knees. I ask you how it is, and you say. "It hurts. It hurts."

SIRIUS: Dilute me. I tell them. Make me easier to love.

REMUS: Crawl inside this body - find me where I am most ruined, love me there.

PETER: Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

LILY: She was a giver. Always poured, too much of love. never realised watering a rock doesn't make it soft.

DORCAS: Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood and bare your teeth; go down savage, go down fighting.

MARLENE: show me where my armour ends. show me where my skin begins.

MARY: how can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

PANDORA: there is something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the ledge of a tall building has at least felt a faint, morbid urge to jump.

BARTY: How do you love? Like a fist. Like a knife.

REGULUS: Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it