(via wordsareinfinite)
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies… the man who never reads lives only one.
I SWAM ACROSS AN EMPTY LAND.
I KNEW THE CASTLE LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND
IS THIS THE PENSIVE WE USED TO LOVE
THE FINAL STRUGGLE J K WAS DREAMING OOOOOF
OH SIMPLE THING, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? I LOST MY NOSE AND I NEED HORCRUXES TO RELY ON.
SO TELL ME WHEN YOU’RE GONNA LET ME WIN. I’M GETTING WEAK AND I NEED A HORCRUX TO BEGIIIIN
AND IF YOU HAVE A MINUTE WHY DON’T WE GO, FIGHT ABOUT THIS SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW
THIS COULD BE THE END OF VOLDY-WARTY, SO WHY DON’T WE GO, SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW
(via wordsareinfinite)
How many times have we stood here, you and I, surveying the field before battle? How many times have we won? How many times must we lose to have lost all those victories and promises of victory? Once, old friend. Once. Once. Once.