I would like to go to the seaside and just sit quietly
if you think you can just follow me and start talking to me as if we were friends well you are correct
A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it
oh shit my laundry
reblog to save someone’s laundry
2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Evelyn De Morgan (1855-1919) "The Angel of Death" (1880) Oil on canvas Pre-Raphaelite De Morgan depicts the Angel of Death, who is symbolized by their grey hair and scythe, as a beautiful and benign figure, gently comforting the frail female figure they has in their sight. The young woman appears to have had a hard life--signified by the arid landscape behind her. In contrast the way forward is illustrated with a fertile landscape and spring flowers, demonstrating Evelyn’s view that the path of the Angel of Death is not to be feared.
The Fall of the Rebel Angels Sebastiano Ricci (1659–1734) Dulwich Picture Gallery
Sirius and Regulus arguing...
Ginny: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!
Harry: *laughs nervously* Neat.
Harry, lying face down on his bed: And I said "neat". Who the fuck says "neat"? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.
Hermione, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Harry. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember when Ron confessed his love for me?
Harry: Didn't you thank him?
Hermione, closing the book and staring up at the ceiling: I thanked him.