Toddlers find me funny. Two, three-year-olds.
waves crash along the battered, lonely lighthouse
soldier on, soldier on
keep your heart close to the ground
“Your fiance’s right, the whole country loves your sister. If they tortured her or did anything to her, forget the districts, there would be riots in the damn Capitol. Hey, how does that sound, Snow? What if we… What if we set your backyard on fire? You know you can’t put everybody in here. What? They can’t hurt me. There’s no one left that I love.”
"Harry could not bear to hear these things, nor did he think his resolution would hold if he remained sitting beside her. Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose. With a miserable gesture, Harry got up, turned his back on Ginny and on Dumbledore’s tomb and walked away around the lake. Moving felt much more bearable than sitting still: just as setting out as soon as possible to track down the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort would feel better than waiting to do it…"
To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:
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Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.
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Harry Potter + Soundtrack