As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling. -insp

buzzcut season - lorde │ die young - sylvan esso │ vcr - the xx │ paper aeroplane - angus & julia stone │ big fat mouth - arlie │ bruises - chairlift │ technicolour beat - oh wonder │ levitation - beach house │ first day of my life - bright eyes │ bloom - the paper kites │ 17 - youth lagoon │ young - vallis alps

“What do I do? What have you guys seen me doing?” “Travelling. Changing the world.”

Noah crouched over Gansey’s body. He said, for the last time, ‘You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.’

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

― It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.

Elie Saab Spring 2015 Couture

Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe. Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go