we learn so little from peace

i love when tragedies are like —

If you want to survive, get used to this feeling.

Marauders' Era - Slytherin edition Regulus Black, Pandora & Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Dorcas Meadowes

— we will always be a story worth remembering.

— farewell, my love. // pavana

She would sleep. 

She would wake. 

She would walk.

As if woken from a nightmare, she would walk back to her home, feeling each time that it was a dream. Feeling that if she walked to her bedroom, to the room she once shared with her husband, her infant daughter, that perhaps the nightmare would abate -

And she'd stare at that empty bed… and Viola would remember.

And the remembering itself was injury anew. Her heart would shatter anew, burning in her bosom, a searing ache that she hoped would be quenched by the cold, muddy waters of her new manor. Her new home.

Thus, she would sleep, and she would forget.

Having forgotten, she would wake.

— and that perhaps, is when a villain is most dangerous.

— jane austen.

— the stars are already dead.

i wore wolf skins as easily as my own. 

i growled at death and watched him run.

— ally condi.

— there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying.

Probably.