what she means:Alchemy, the science of understanding, deconstructing, and reconstructing matter. However, it is not an all-powerful art; it is impossible to create something out of nothing. If one wishes to obtain something, something of equal value must be given. This is the Law of Equivalent Exchange, the basis of all alchemy. In accordance with this law, there is a taboo among alchemists: human transmutation is strictly forbidden - for what could equal the value of a human soul??
“He knew how to coax my frustrations out of my mind, with just his hands on mine. He knew how to tenderly calm the storm brewing inside me like manic cyclones of insecurities and bitterness. He knew how to touch me, and where, like a horticulturist should. Tending roses with bleeding fingers from its thorns. He knew rummage every nook and corners of my being, like his own personal treasure map. Parts of who I am, little stars in his vast endless blue oblivion. I drown each time, he calls me his life, his love, his beating heart. If only he knew, that he is like my crummy lungs. One of the vital things I breathe for: to hear my name on his lips.”—Olivia - s.p. (via mystrangesilhouettes)
“Once you decide on your occupation… you must immerse yourself in your work. You have to fall in love with your work. Never complain about your job. You must dedicate your life to mastering your skill. That’s the secret of success… and is the key to being regarded honorably.”—Jiro Ono (via thehwangover)
“I want to be around people that do things. I don’t want to be around people anymore that judge or talk about what people do. I want to be around people that dream and support and do things.”—Amy Poehler (via quotestuff)
“We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t.”—(via wordsthat-speak)
I lay here lost in an empty sea of blankets, small glimpses of light shine through the darkness, dawn approaches and I’m wide awake. I lay here trying to drown in this shallow loneliness I feel. Lost amidst thoughts of cold flesh searching for shelter under covers with my arms as savior from the late night’s frosty kiss. I close my eyes and try to envision my face buried in my futures lover’s hair as I breathe her in. These weathered hands have hardened from a lack of loving caress and this heart hardened from a lack of sweet embrace. It seems I’m lost in remembering the sweetness of lip’s taste. But I am to be taken by the night. For slumber is the only one who’s embrace heals these woes.
okay but like could you imagine all the muggle born students coming back to hogwarts after summer break and catching up on what movies they saw, what they thought of season finales, what concerts they went to and off to the side the wizard raised kids are staring at them in confusion and suddenly one of them just whispers
i hate when you’re not in the same mood as your friend like when you want to slay your enemies and feast on their flesh and your friend wants to dance in a field of daisies and sing for the sake of singing like no stop that grab a pitchfork
When youre in bed and you yawn and do that whole body twist and stretch thing and then relax and kind of wiggle into that perfect sleeping position literally is amazing and is such a good and peaceful feeling