- Jane Austen

Sirius: Remus, are you talking to yourself?

Remus: Yes

Remus: It’s the only way to have an intelligent conversation in this damn house.

thinking of watching jo march say, "i'm so sick of people saying love is all a woman is fit for! i am so sick of it! but i'm so lonely!" for the first time, feeling like your soul left your body and thinking, oh, someone was brave enough to say it out loud.

Am I a person? Or am I just a bunch of my favorite quotes glued together?

jo march really was like. i love the people around me and i cannot cope with them leaving and being mature and appealing enough to start new chapters in their lives while i'm still clinging into this idealised, carefree, comedy-like lifestyle i thought was gonna last forever. and i really thought platonic relationships could replace my repressed longing for a romantic one but now all my loved ones' first priorities became romance. meanwhile i cannot put myself out seeking a romantic relationship because that would automatically mean altering, belittleing, objectifying and compromising myself, my life would become a cliche with guaranteed unhappy ending because i feel like no one in this world could truly make me happy. and i do want to embrace my independent, single lifestyle but i guess i didnt calculate back then how lonely it's going to feel. it's like my only choice is between two types of unhappiness. jo march conveyed all this stuff and i'm not supposed to tear up just thinking about that goddamn movie???

any other girls feel a permanent sense of unbelonging no matter where they are or who they are with

Sirius: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me!

Remus: We're the best thing that's happened to you?

Sirius: Yes!

James: I'm starting to feel sorry for you.

steaming coffee, smudged lipstick, chocolate, rose gardens, nose kisses, misted windows, stormy mornings, fuzzy blankets, leather jackets, dried flowers between pages, soft fairy lights, heart-shaped lockets, art galleries

“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” —Louisa May Alcott; Little Women

i truly do believe that john keating would understand and sympathise with me if i were to explain the trials and tribulations of being the oldest daughter

cuddling with james on the couch and admiring the christmas tree you and him put together earlier that day. “it looks beautiful darling,” james said admiring you instead of the tree. “you aren’t even looking at the tree,” you giggled. he kissed your cheek and pulled you closer, “don’t have to, you are prettier than anything in the world,”