refinedmind:

Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.

winchysteria:

guys i dont think we talk about teddy lupin enough

like he was a metamorphmagus and possibly a werewolf

what if he could do both at the same time

what if he could become a chihuahua during the full moon

etceteraface:

thewaywardqueen:

metaphoricalanchor:

i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road

in year 10 i wrote a story and when i got it back my teacher told me he couldnt sleep properly after reading it

please publish that story

Me putting on liquid eyeliner: “This quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all.”