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Sitting on the end of the bed, you strum a series of soft, slow chords on the acoustic guitar you bought last year. The open window lets in the constant chirp of contended crickets and the smell of a smokey summer bonfire. I turn the page of my book, take a sip of beer, catch your eye and feel as though I could melt into your gaze. Our lips meet, hands clasped, legs entwined; we sink into this ocean of sheets and downy feathers. It was just an ordinary June evening… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The fact is, I need God to help me love God. And if I need His help to love Him, a perfect being, I definitely need His help to love other, fault-filled humans.
F. Chan, Crazy Love (via godmoves)

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when mcgonagall finds out that ginny is pregnant, and that the weasley and potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires 

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