love this chick.
I went to a market today in midtown and met a girl who was selling her poems. You pick your topic and price and she writes you a poem on the spot.
“Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
‘After all this time?’
‘Always,’ said Snape.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via observando)
- 11pm: i'll just read one more chapter
- 4am: what happened