you know these moments when a friend just casually says something that validates your friendship, like just refers to something as “our place” or “our thing” and suddenly your heart is auditioning for Cirque du Soleil and days later you’re still thinking about it
HI I just read the first chapter of it happened one night and raced over here. REGULUS WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT? (very excited to read more)
Yes, what the fuck Reg?? What cryptic shit was that???
You'll find out a little more in the next couple chapters. I'm so pleased that you liked it! It's most definitely just my marauders brain rot being expelled from my head so I wasn't entirely sure many people would enjoy it. I hope you keep coming back!
xx,
Bria
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
Graham Greene, Ways Of Escape (via the-book-diaries)
And whether you like it or not, I belong to you.
Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via the-book-diaries)
1. Drink water 2. Take a break from social media 3. Think of 3 things you’re grateful for 4. Love yourself 5. Read a book 6. Practice self forgiveness 7. Write down your goals 8. Be honest with yourself 9. Don’t hesitate to tell someone how you feel 10. Take a nap
aftertheam, writing prompt #71: Write 5-10 things you can do to make yourself happier every day. (via wnq-writers)
I don’t understand it any more than you do, but one thing I’ve learned is that you don’t have to understand things for them to be.
Madeline L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (via the-book-diaries)
Regulus: "How mad would mum be if we shagged them?"
Sirius: "Oh she'd be thrilled."
I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via the-book-diaries)
She didn’t need a protector or a rescuer. But she did need him.
Alexandra Bracken, Passenger (via the-book-diaries)
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever.
Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via the-book-diaries)
I'm a writer, a reader, and a lover of a whole lot of things. Welcome to what brings me happiness.AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ravenclawstearoom/profileCurrently Writing: The Sun and the Moon.
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