Time was never on her side.

And an astronomer said, “Master, what of Time?”
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

laydeemarlene:

“Is there something in your eye?”

“I..what? No! I’m winking at you, Lils!”

“Tsk, you look like a twitching prat.”

“Always so lovely.”

You fight fire, I play with it.

its-siriusblack:

“No, Sirius. You’re just blowing air. That’s not cute.” 

“Yeah, well, all you’re doing is puckering your lips. Who says that’s hot?”

“Everyone!” She scoffed.

“Well, Sirius thinks blowing is more fun than kissing.” He shrugged with a smirk, earning a nice swat on the arm.

“You’re such a pig.”

“You love it.”

In which they argue over who’s face is sexier.

Annie stood alone on the sidewalk. The rain pelting down on her was thick and cold, much too cold for summer rain. Her shoulders shook but not from the rain, her eyes burned but not from the cold. She had known this was coming since graduation and she tried to prepare herself for it a million times over but he blow was harder yet.

Her eyes stayed cemented on a spot just under the streetlamp where someone had just apparated. They were gone. He was gone. She willed him to come back, to give up. They could go into hiding. Together. But she knew that could never happen, knew he would not, could not, come back.

She’d been warned but she chose not to believe the wise words of those around her. ‘Get out while you can,’ said one. ‘Don’t dive too deep,’ said another. It was an endless record of voices inside her brain but her soul was empty. Lost of it’s other half. She was empty.

Annie was alone.

Lover, say yes.

I don’t want to watch you walk away.

“That’s mine, you git.”

Subtle, subconscience jealousy.

Sharing a laugh and a probable blush.

She snorted, “Still no.”