“Even our glasses are on a date!”
I want to be feminine and pretty and adored but I also want to strike fear into the hearts of everyone and wear tuxedos.
- really high ceiling (by Mark Ashby Design | Home Adore)
if you hug me, you aren’t allowed to half ass it. i don’t want that awkward one arm bullshit. I want 100% squeezy, warm, cozy, i-fuckin-mean-it hugs and any less is an indication of WEAKNESS
describing eye colors isn’t actually v helpful as a description??? talk about the makeup smeared on the left side, the lines under their eyes, the sloppily cut hair obscuring their eyes from view, how bloodshot or sunken they seem in the face, how wide they go at the slightest sound, how glassy and unblinking they seem, how they’re always darting away
all of that tells me a bit more about the character than whatever shade of gemstone they most resemble, seriously
Silence and James never went very well together. Working in the library was a struggle for him: he tried to work, Lily knew, but he couldn’t seem to help himself from bursting out with little comments and observations every so often: it was as ingrained in his character as his constant foot-tapping and fidgeting.
On a Tuesday almost-evening in February, when rain flung itself against the windows of the library and a particularly nasty Potions essay was dominating James and Lily’s rare shared free period, James did not speak for almost ten minutes. Lily didn’t realise this until somewhere around the nine-minute-mark, and when she did, she was deeply unsettled. She glanced at her boyfriend, who was bent over his work, and wondered if the unthinkable had finally happened: James’ workload had overpowered him. Perhaps he was so overworked that he actually needed to concentrate in order to do well! Oh, the horror, thought Lily happily, returning to her own work.
I don’t know what you guys are so worried about. Cooking is easy. You just follow the recipe. If it says boil two cups of salt, you boil two cups of salt.
The Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling