“After all this time?”

“Always,” said Snape.

idreamofaworldofcouture:

John Galliano Autumn/Winter 2009 Final Walk Through

beautyofourminds:

Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

Missing you, is wishing that you would suddenly appear at my front door with all the warmth in the world contained in your sole existence.

Missing you, is growing tired of outside distractions and wanting to return to your presence in the quickest of moments.

Missing you, is thinking about you while we sit adjacent with shoulders touching and fingers entwined, engrossed in a movie.

Missing you, is sensing the oncoming feeling of a lonesome void even before you have gone or I have left and knowing no amount of mental preparation can help cease the longing.

想你，就是期盼下一秒你会出现在我门前，世界上所有温暖融化在你的存在中

想你，就是对外面的世界感到有所疲倦而想用最快的速度穿越一切回到你身边

想你，就是手拉手肩并肩看电影时你却不停的飘入我的脑海打乱我的专心

想你，就是在我们分离前就感受到孤独的空虚，多少心理准备都免不了的思念

changan-moon:

Modified Chinese Hanfu by 華雲漢品

redxbean:

早上好。

When I was fourteen/fifteen years old, I saw nineteen as the perfect age. Not only because my birthday is on the nineteenth, but because it seemed like a wonderful median between being an adult and still staying shielded from the multitude of adult responsibilities. Well here I am, turning twenty and realizing that nineteen was probably one of the best years of my life thus far. Recapping my nineteenth year in chronological order (lists are love):

• Asked out by the right person
• Parents back together for good
• Discovered career path (shout-out to bae for giving me courage to pursue it)
• Experienced fainting (not a good thing but I was always curious)
• Raised my grades two semesters in a row
• Finally learned to drive and got my license
  
• Applied for a credit card
• Three week eye-opening trip around Europe
• First internship

Asides from all that, I’m still the girl whose visions and goals change like the tides, though they will always revolve around the dream of security and refinement. I don’t know if I’ve become more or less scared of growing up, but I believe everything will turn out just fine. Cheers to a new decade.

For me and
for them, I
Summon all the strength within my soul
to unearth the purest form of emotion.
Split it into the most fragile structures and
Repackage every single one of them into
An entity of their own.
The chaos runs through my brain as it
Searches for unity, hoping it would end in
Some orderly fashion that would somehow
Be attainable to the ones I wish for at
Half past midnight.
I am not a poet, and
I do not write poetry.