Bourscheid Castle, Luxembourg (by Johny Goerend)
hi everyone, i just want to let you all know that i’m leaving this blog. I thought about it a great deal and to be honest, i need a fresh start. These past weeks were very difficult to me, with a lot of changes and stuff, so I think this is a good moment to take a big breath and begin again. So for now, you can found me here @janebrontes . I am going to follow all my mutuals and friends ofc, you can, if you want, unfollow this blog, because I’m going to delete it pretty soon. Anyway, thank you so much and I’ll be seeing you all in my new blog .★
[edit: I’m tagging some mutuals ]
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greek mythology meme: 4/6 olympians ≡ demeter
goddess of the harvest and agriculture.
life doesn’t end at 25. life doesn’t end at 27 or 30 either. life doesn’t end at 35 or 45. life doesn’t end at 65. it doesn’t matter how old you are, when you decide to get your high school degree or start a family. it doesn’t matter when you decide to go run a marathon or go travel the world. life is not made up by numbers, age is, and your age is not all that you are. you got time. life doesn’t end until it ends.
#ROMIONE; snowy/winter scenes.
“Ron, you’re making it snow,“ said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall.
Vivien Leigh in Waterloo Bridge, 1940
"He made me love him without looking at me."
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via tarisemiolev)
There was a time, not very long ago, where we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916, and my son, Nicholas, was the czar of Imperial Russia.