Just because someone desires you, does not mean that they value you.
Read it over.
Let those words resonate in your mind.
“Like the fingers on a hand — first headstrong Olga, then Tatiana the tallest, Maria most hopeful for a ring, and Anastasia the smallest. These were the daughters of Tsar Nicholas II, grand duchesses who lived a life steeped in tradition and privilege. They were young women each on the brink of starting her own life.” - Sarah Miller
Well. This just summed me up.
i want someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 3 am and not push me off the roof when i point to the stars and romantically whisper ‘space: the final frontier…these are the voyages of the starship enterprise…’
Marauders Appreciation Week [1/7] - One Order Member
The school greeted Minerva McGonagall’s return with delight. Minerva threw herself into her work, proving herself a strict but inspirational teacher…. The death of Dougal McGregor, however, although traumatic, seemed to free Minerva. Shortly after Voldemort’s first defeat, Elphinstone, now white-haired, proposed again during a summertime stroll around the lake in the Hogwarts grounds. This time Minerva accepted. The marriage (cut tragically short, though it was destined to be) was a very happy one. The accidental death of Elphinstone from a Venomous Tentacula bite, three years into their marriage, was an enormous sorrow to all who knew the couple. Minerva could not bear to remain alone in their cottage, but packed her things after Elphinstone’s funeral and returned to her sparse stone-floored bedroom in Hogwarts Castle. Always a very brave and private person, she poured all her energy into her work, and few people - excepting perhaps Albus Dumbledore - ever realised how much she suffered. [x]
Guilty puppy Delphine.
Me with a few drinks.
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.