WhiteWings'
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I don’t know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

glennoconnell:

This was a kids movie.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress 

“I’m sorry that we live in a culture that commodifies sexuality of unwilling participants.”
- Anne Hathaway. Amen. (via socialsurvival)
Marvel Movies + Pantone (insp: x)

I’m lying on the moon…

garboing:

And when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him.

Nosferatu, 1922 | F. W. Murnau.

"Dearest Cecilia. The story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the Surrey park at dusk in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return, find you, love you, marry you. And live without shame."