STOP TRAUMATIZING MY UTERUS.
I will have kids. I promise.
But they don’t sell them at Costco yet!
… And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves-not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.– Rainer Maria Rilke (via thechocolatebrigade) (via dreamawaymydear)
usually I am not the type of person to go this sentimental.
But I like this.
despite all I’m fond of this saga
I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE”
“You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.– J. K. Rowling (via thechocolatebrigade)
I’m a stubborn Taurus.
I’m a Virgo.
I’m a Leo.
“The unforgettable image of James Dean, hunched in his black overcoat, bearing the weight of a generation on his shoulders.”
- Adam Gopnik, The New Yorker
This iconic photograph of James Dean was taken by Dennis Stock, who died this week at age 81.