#acciododie

-‘i’m not coming back evie. i can’t, i really tried to tell you. but i mean; i saw the way your face lit up when we walked into those dorm room for the first time; and i could'nt spoil that for you.’

@hpminorcharnet event: next gen era → james sirius potter

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@quidditchteamnet creation event: quidditch ships → Harry & Ginny

Hey Guys, So this is a new thing I am doing. So I am going to be meeting Dodie at Vidcon Australia and I think it would be great if I could make a journal of a bunch of littles letters and maybes even poems addressed to Dodie.

I have wanted to do this before but haven't met anyone I felt that would appreciate it. Dodie is one of my heros and a person that I look up to greatly and have always wanted to make her happy in one way or another.

So if you would like to contribute to this journal, if you have any words you have been longing to tell her or just anything in general. Chuck either myself @sean-serendipity or @acciododie a little private message saying your name, your letter (probably keep it to a minimum of 100 words), and your tumblr/twitter/instagram handle.

We should reply back to you within an hour or two, if not we are porbably asleep and will message you in the morning. Thank you so much for those who are willing to contribute to making Dodie happy.

hey ali i lov u youre the best!!so most of my favourite books i read quite a while ago because i dont get to read much lately, but i really loved ‘A Mango Shaped Space’ by wendy mass when i was younger, and it’s about a girl with synesthesia which i found rlly interesting to read about!i also love 'Cloud Atlas’ by david mitchell (explores reincarnation in an interesting way) and 'The Mists of Avalon’ by marion bradley (its the arthurian legends from the perspectives of the women) i dont rlly watch many movies sadly, im more of a tv show person but im into all the classic chick flicks uve prob seen aha, but the 'back to the future’ movies r my all-time favs, which everyone’s seen

he falls in love like this: six years old giggling in the treehouse with sugared lips. they fight dragons and travel through jungles from the safety of the garden. they are young and the way she laughs, with her nose scrunched up and eyes closed makes him laugh too. and just like that, marlene sits in his heart.

he falls in love like this: a train carriage, wind rattling the windows and bertie botts beans littering the floor. he falls in love with carved cheekbones and a love of puns, with grey eyes and that feeling already that the same blood runs in their veins. he falls in love with a brother, with sirius.

he falls in love like this: a silent dormitory with a skeletal remus hunched in the corner. he has hollowed cheeks and purple bruises under his eyes. he falls in love with jokes muttered under breaths and a knowing twitch of the lips. there is a stirring in his bones and he knows, he knows he will protect this one with his last breath if he can.

he falls in love like this: the early hours of the morning, practicing with him again and again and again until peter can get it right. watching the watery eyes light up when the spell finally works or the essay is done. watching as he tries so hard to fit in without knowing he already does.

he falls in love like this: sixth year on the quidditch pitch, mary’s lilting voice through the megaphone, jokes and goddamn awful puns trickling out of her as the game plays on. he’s laughing so hard he nearly falls off his broom and he thinks he can’t live in a world without the warmth she makes in his chest.

he falls in love like this: the months between january and february, the days inbetween monday and tuesday, the seconds between night and day. he falls in love in the time that doesn’t exist, surely, because how could he forget falling in love, how could he not remember the moment? he falls in love with a girl with flowers in her name and in her ribs; with the pure sunlight in her veins, with the kindness overflowing from her pores. he falls in love with her smile and her lips and her soul. he falls in love with lily evans, or maybe he just always was.

he falls in love like this: a tiny baby balanced in his arms, black hair dusting his tiny head. He coughs in his sleep, eyelids fluttering open to reveal forests. there are tears in his eyes and he wants to hold him forever, to wrap him up and lock him away where he will never feel any pain or hurt. he falls in love with the future, with quidditch matches and christmas mornings, with tantrums and hugs and motorbike rides with sirius. he falls in love with his son, with harry.

he falls in love with life, with nature, with his beating heart and expanding lungs. he falls in love with a world that doesn’t love him back, with people who betray him, with people who leave. he falls in love with a life he cannot have, a life he will never live.

he falls too easily, james.