sevenxsomething:

Coffee and a book in bed this morning. Happy Sunday!

sevenxsomething:

Coffee and a book in bed this morning. Happy Sunday!

booksandhotchocolate:

How to get over the sadness of the final Harry Potter x

(Source: thatsgrace, via mybook-haven)

ifreakinlovebooks:

She always knows how best to get my attention.

I was eating and she was whining asking for some and when I wouldn’t give any to her this is what she did.

lookslikelibraryscience:

Hi, my name´s Natalie and I´m 23. I work as a librarian in the Library for children and young adults in Košice (Slovakia). 
I´m a potterhead, geek and fangirl. Oh, and I have the best job ever!

lookslikelibraryscience:

Hi, my name´s Natalie and I´m 23. I work as a librarian in the Library for children and young adults in Košice (Slovakia). 

I´m a potterhead, geek and fangirl. Oh, and I have the best job ever!

ifreakinlovebooks:

What should I read next? I’m looking for something light and NOT AT ALL hard on the feels.

I LOVED Open Road Summer!

ifreakinlovebooks:

What should I read next? I’m looking for something light and NOT AT ALL hard on the feels.

I LOVED Open Road Summer!

(via lovelyowlsbooks)

viviscapism:

horcruxofthetimelords:

afemininstinthemaking:

askbutterscotch:

i could see that. 

i would watch that.

now that’s something that would be worth watching

"Daniel could be Snape"

I’m actually 1100% behind this

(Source: buckyofasgaard, via books-booksandmorebooks)

"

It’s July and my existence has been sixteen years of saying sorry before I speak. I’ve spent too many summer nights staying up late talking to boys that were staying up for other girls. I leave without saying goodbye. I’m in the middle of four different books. I can’t finish things.

I leave the shower with shampoo in my hair. I leave my keys in the lock. I say thank you when people say I love you. When people like me, I want to ask them why.

I’m sixteen and I’m too young to be worrying that no one will fall in love with me. I’m sixteen and I’ve spent a year in recovery figuring out that I don’t actually want to die because turning into a ghost won’t solve all my problems.

I never wanted to die, I just wanted to escape. So I tightened my fists, toughened my skin, took a deep breath and went straight through the storm to the other side.

Flash forward two months, I’ll be seventeen. I will no longer apologize for existing. I’ll be seventeen and it’s about time I told you I’m not sad anymore.

The thing they forget to tell you about storms is that even though you can’t see sunlight for miles, it’s still sunny somewhere else in the world.

"

— 8:52 a.m. (An autobiography of 16 years)

(via youngadultread)

What is life?

I am reading Harry Potter for the first time at 26 years old and sincerely regretting not doing it before I was a “responsible” adult with a full time job. 

I don’t know who put Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire, but you expect me to reply to all of these emails? You can’t be serious.