where all my journeys end
such a cruel heart
feeding the nargles
where all my journeys end
starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
i’m not calling you a liar
just don’t lie to me
“Do my eyes deceive me, or did you actually pick up something that doesn’t button up?”
Arthur rolled his eyes and self-consciously tucked the t-shirt into the growing clothes pile on his arm. “Smart ass,” he muttered as he began walking away.
Ariadne laughed and pulled him to a stop. As she studied him, mischief danced in her eyes. “Wait, I think we need to take a picture to commemorate this momentous occasion.”
“I should have known better than to take you clothes shopping with me.” He started to put the shirt back, but Ariadne placed a hand on his arm.
“Don’t,” she murmured, standing on tiptoe to give him a kiss. “I think I’ll enjoy stealing that from you later.”
He let her put the shirt back on his clothes pile and brushed his lips over hers. “I know I’ll enjoy letting you try.”
fire and brimstone, dirt and a headstone
bury ‘em baby, all of our sins
she’s a cruel mistress
and a bargain must be made
Fine, you know what? Maybe I do have leftover feelings for Michael, but what am I supposed to do? He was my first boyfriend! And you’re going to have to learn to deal with it.
Luna/Neville, asked by SpringTrees
But if it’s true
You can see it with your eyes
Even in the dark
And that’s where I want to be.
wait only as long as you have to
don’t wait ‘til you’re too old
(Source: padfoot-moony-and-tonks)
