The wind that blows...
...quiet knows
A song as soft as silence goes
Into each thread a secret said
The sun and moon on a wedding bed
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Discussion reblogué depuis Elementary, my dear Crystal Zelda
- James: Lily?
- Lily: Mmmm
- James: I may have wrapped Harry in my invisibility cloak for his nap...and now I can't find him.
- Lily:
- James:
- Lily:
- James:
- Lily:
- James: ...but I swear, the last time I saw him he was somewhere in the room.
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Photo reblogué depuis Elementary, my dear Crystal Zelda
Dublin
You see, this is what I love about Ireland.
Most people would look at that rock and say; “gosh, that’s a pretty cool rock, I wonder how it stays up like that?”
No. That is not the right way to do things.
The Irish look at that and say; “I’m going to build a house on that fucker.”
