Pedro Salinas, Tr. By Ruth Katz Crispin, From Memory In My Hands: The Love Poetry Of Pedro Salinas; “Long

i love when im scrolling and this app just randomly closes. ur right ive seen enough.

been experimenting with some Harrys

'take... it... take... it...'

something more than blood was leaking from snape. silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his mouth and his ears and his eyes.

I have a fixation with big spoon!Harry

muah, see you in court 

Overgrown bat

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

[text ID: We’re always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can’t help feeling that that’s what it is.]

Sev

2022