A horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed a part of their soul. One splits one’s soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you’re protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed. That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.
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OMFG!! My heart can’t take it! =’( Brilliant books, cast, EVERYTHING! I wish it didn’t end. (yeah, I’m a tad obsessed)
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“Extreme fatigue is an overpowering force. Under the right circumstances it blankets its captive under heavy layers of deep sleep, layer that must be peeled away to reach beneath. As voices and light from the wakeful world pound to get in, they fight against a thick film to wrench the weary back to life.” The Land of Elyon Book 1: The Dark Hills Divide. Patrick Carmen. pg 188.
I cannot wait to sleep like this again! Two more weeks until vacation!
I have no idea why you’re still on my mind. It’s been a couple of years at least. Yet, nine times out of ten, the last thing I think about before drifting off into the unforgiving land of dreams, is you. Even in dreams I cannot escape all the feelings that surface from the one place I thought they couldn’t escape. There were times, I admit, when it felt like there was a reason we met. A greater purpose that we hadn’t yet stumbled upon. Cleaning out my room, I found an old photo album. A picture of us falls out, both of us smiling. I look at you and all I see are empty promises and ridiculous assumptions. I thought I shed the last tear. Wait, these aren’t tears of loss. No, these are angry tears. The kind brought on by a pain I never imagined I’d experience.
Something’s poking the palm of my hand.
I look down. I tore that picture in the image of my heart.
In pieces, the way you left it.
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