Finally, it’s just the two of us, away from the palace. Just you and I. Me and you. Now I can forget the truth and lies, misunderstandings and jealousy, the precarious fight for the throne and, death. And just devote my time on loving you.
Don't talk to me right now I'm thinking of the new Jupiter photos and Vincent Van Gogh:
Enchanted Creations By Angel.
it is very important to have friends who unapologetically dislike the same things u dislike that other people like a lot so u can talk about it in private and avoid being a jackass in public.
#Sultanate of Women👑
Contemporary comments on Ottoman consorts – requested by anon
i really want to start reading poetry but i have no idea where to start,, any recs for stuff that makes you feel whole yet completely broken at the same time? i want all the feels
richard siken, crush ilya kaminsky, deaf republic & dancing in odessa ocean vuong, night sky with exit wounds (i would actually preface this by reading his novel on earth we’re briefly gorgeous which in terms of form and language is deeply poetic imo) warsan shire, teaching my mother how to give birth maram al-masri, barefoot souls
you can also check out #beginner guides which should have a few more poetry recs in there x
Just like Slughorn, Albus Dumbledore collects people. Only, instead of focusing on those with influence, he looks to the outcasts.
The expelled half-giant. The young werewolf. The repentant Death Eater.
He protects them and gives them a second chance. All he asks in return is their loyalty.
And, if on occasion he requests that they undertake a certain task, invoking their debt of gratitude - well, that is no more than he is owed.
He once thought to add a certain disowned Black to his collection, but quickly realised his mistake.
Sirius is not an outcast, but a rebel. He knowingly chose his path, and chooses what price he is willing to pay for it. He refuses to be used.
So Albus Dumbledore abandons him.
kathony + tags part 10
Can I get these too?😩
Jewelry by Midnight Nymphs.
bilf (book i'd like to finish)
Even if all the women in the world gathered and shouted, they still couldn’t overcome my whispers. [insp]