Monthly Archives: November 2016

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)

He kept making poems out of her. I think that was his way of keeping her alive. Donna Aradini

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix