Allyson
NYC
HBC
and anything teensy.

 

If the cardiologist decides that you are too old and decrepit and ugly to be at all lovable, I am available to tolerate you in your golden years.

This is one of my favorite movies, and it always makes me cry, and it always makes me think of you, and it always makes me wonder. And maybe it also makes me hope.

Time really can move in two directions. It doesn’t matter to the universe anyway.”

#conversationswithotherwomen 

Barely audible by human ears. Perhaps only audible by touch.

Jennifer Pastiloff

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frosted-lemoncoward:

Lucie, Too | Now, Now

“The math doesn’t add up or match with the language of 
Books that I’ve read or things that you said.
I’ll leave this with the darker night, I carried you inside
And know that it will find me in time.”

always-at-page394:

“That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts, how did you get it? Did you and your friends take it from my vault?”

always-at-page394:

“That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts, how did you get it? Did you and your friends take it from my vault?”

how quickly do things come and go
to be one moment in your arms
and the next begging you not to go
to feel your embrace, your kiss
and then your wrath. 

You can’t fix the fact that I love you.

#scandal #somanyfeels

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.

I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.

Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.

This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.

‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’