lucretia black

Tucked away in northwestern London, a twenty minute walk from Kings Cross Station, lies number twelve, Grimmauld Place. It was for many years home to the Black family — one of the wizarding world’s oldest pureblood families, and extremely proud to be so.

Irina Dumitrescu, excerpt of Swan, Late (via icelandlesbian)

Little Wilderness- PNW

Tale of a Flower that Blooms in Winter. Ugne photographed by Kiyoe Ozawa for Spur Magazine.

the others’ hushed voices were giving harry an odd feeling of foreboding; it was as though they had just entered the house of a dying person. he heard a soft hissing noise and then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting a flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. harry heard something scuttling behind the skirting board. both the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table nearby were shaped like serpents.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Derick Ebert, from Black Boy Archeologist; “Archeologist,” (via writemeanna)

german forests are cool