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zeldathemes

まだみてないけど結末は知ってます。

まだみてないけど結末は知ってます。

  #oyasumi punpun  

lediableaquatre:

the fact that I’m a hopeless romantic really gets in the way of my natural cynicism.

ovtlaw:

how do u attractive


Nothing is impossible
the word itself says “I’m… Possible”

Nothing is impossible

the word itself says “I’m… Possible”

ponderation:

Chase The Sun by Vitaliy Sokol

ponderation:

Chase The Sun by Vitaliy Sokol

  #IMMA TRY TO TAG WITH THIS New sxtentison    #like this???    #wow  

If you’re a teen you must follow this blog.

If you’re a teen you must follow this blog.


sometimes, our shadows are more solid than ourselves. 

lyrics from Bastille’s Flaws.

sometimes, our shadows are more solid than ourselves. 

lyrics from Bastille’s Flaws.

  #nico di angelo    #pjo    #hoo    #percy jackson and the olympians    #heroes of olympus    #i have too much time on my hands tbh.........    #artjunk  

daedgirl:

Reasons To Be Happy:

  1. Dead trees still stand and so can you.
  2. You have five fingers on each hand. One day those fingers will travel from your lap to someone else’s and that person will know all the bad stuff and still want to kiss you. 
  3. Seasons are guaranteed when nothing else seems to be.

cultureincart:

cultureincart:

Fashion TimeLine of Chinese Clothing , China History

中国服装演变年代表

Find more interesting Chinese culture , folk arts and traditional crafts at Cultureincart.com

  #reference  

maedhrys:

Harry disappears from the wizarding world for a little while after the fall of Voldemort and only like Ron Hermione and Ginny know where he’s gone

but he’s traveling. he considered backpacking Europe, but then he realized he’d had enough of camping for at least twenty years, so he teaches himself to drive and pulls enough strings to get himself an American drivers’ license and and then he’s off on a roadtrip in a beat-up car that’s still fast as anything. he doesn’t use magic if he can help it because it feels tainted, feels like it belongs to the war, feels like it marks him out again as someone with power and responsibility and the weight of a world on his shoulders. and for now he wants to find out what it is not to be a world-saving wizard, but just to be Harry.

and he meets a lot of strangers (he figures it’s safe enough picking up hitchhikers when they’re more than likely muggles and he’s got his wand if anything bad happens) and he learns what it’s like to be just another face, another car on the road and he learns all sorts of stuff on the radio, tries every genre out there. and it’s nice to listen to stuff that isn’t specifically designed to remind him of the wizarding world, but he finds so much of it surprisingly relatable and sometimes he just breaks down sobbing at the wheel and has to pull over.

and one of the hitchhikers he picks up is a veteran, and Harry doesn’t tell him much but he does say that he’s been a soldier, too, and it’s hard adjusting to a life that you never thought would exist because things were so hard that you could not imagine yourself after. hard to think about settling down and marrying the girl you thought you’d die loving. hard to think that not everyone around you is an enemy. were you a prisoner of war? the veteran asks. or undercover? both, says Harry. and lost, not knowing whether I was on the run or on a mission that was taking a year. I got back alive in the end but something—something’s definitely dead, you know?

how old are you, says the veteran. I’m eighteen, says Harry. the veteran raises his eyebrows. but they both know that some armies, some wars, don’t care about your age.

I think the dead thing is me, Harry says one day, when he’s going seventy in a fifty-five mile zone and the sun is setting in their eyes. when I killed the enemy, I killed myself.

and the veteran looks at him for a very long moment and Harry slows down and looks back at him and at last the man says, no. no, you lived. and you’re going to keep living, son, and one day you’ll be ready to marry that girl, if you love her, and now that you’ve got out of the war, it’s time to get the war out of you.

(they almost have a wreck when Harry pulls over to the side of the road, gets out, sits in the grass and laughs through his tears. flowers start to spring up around him and he feels the magic in his core, but this time it’s peaceful and pure and fun. unspoiled. and he knows it won’t always feel this way but for now things are leaking out of him, joyful things, because he is the boy who lived again, the boy who lived after the war.)

  #HP