some of you haven’t been so wrecked by a book that it’s all you can think about for days and days and your book hangover feels unending and it shows
even though it’s bad for my physical and mental health I can’t stop staying up until 3am because there’s something about those hours of the night which feel like they’re just mine. it’s quiet and still, the night belongs to me
Pride and Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright
“Half thinking, half dreaming, happier than words can express.”— Emily Brontë, from The Collected Works & Poetry; “Wuthering Heights,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
book one harry: *loses 2 house points* oh my god they’re all going to hate me this is the biggest atrocity i have ever committed in my academic career, i have forever tarnished the reputation of gryffindor house
book six harry: *loses 70 points for gryffindor* * almost gets expelled* ask me if i give a motherfuck??











