The Best Of Tumblr: Harry Potter

She traveled the world and wrote books and took lovers and broke hearts. She didn’t allow life to just happen to her. She punched and pummeled and beat the living shit out of it.

Rick Yancey, The Last Star (via journaling-junkie)

"I was alive when the dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a bit poorly."

The Ocean At the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

Sometimes I think I am too forgiving to certain people. But then I remember how flowers bloom after the storm, and that even the worst seeds deserve the chance to bloom into something beautiful.

Z.D.R (via wnq-writers)

You don’t give kisses, you steal them

birkinvibes (via wnq-writers)

Just so you know, you can always watch the Earth live from the ISS. Its really relaxing to me (the music they play is soothing too)

My native language would get me detention.

Dark Companion, Marta Acosta

I love your work, you are very good at fitting Kagome into over universes. Could you do a nsfw of Kagome and Ichigo? Thanks.

Hope this is spicy enough. ;)

Ichigo Kurosaki was a passionate man, it was easy to see when he threw himself into what mattered to him. Especially when it came to protecting those he cared for. However, many wouldn’t believe if she had told them that he was just a passionate lover.

“I-Ichigo!” she whined out, her hold on him tightening.

She didn’t know what brought this on, and while she wasn’t going to stop him, she might ask him when her senses returned and was able to think straight once again.

A male grunt sounded in her ear, large hands slicked down her sides, his form hunching over her own as he finally gripped her thighs and hoisted her frame up to his level. His hands began to squeeze, massaging her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The shinigami’s uniform was still present, a testament to the urgentness Ichigo felt, he had not returned to his physical body. Though not a problem for her, what with being a miko and able to interact with spirits and gods.

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Francoise Sagan, A Certain Smile (via thelovejournals)