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Margaret Atwood, Interlunar; from ‘Interlunar’

TEXT ID: We have come to the edge: the lake gives off its hush; in the outer night there is a barred owl calling, like a moth against the ear, from the far shore which is invisible.

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HARRY and HERMIONE in THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN

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My heart stopped. I choked on its missed beats.

Hannah Kent, from ‘Burial Rites’

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The Battle of Helm’s Deep The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) dir. Peter Jackson

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The song was growing louder, but it was issuing not from a crown of green-and-silver-clad Slytherins, but from a mass of red and gold.

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elektra by Sophokles trans. Anne Carson

[image ID: Yet you run yourself out in a grief with no cure, no time limit, no measure. It is a knot no one can untie. Why are you so in love with things unbearable?]

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📷: dezr

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“You must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness.”

— Katy Maxwell

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An important question, whether it is better for a king to be feared or loved. The Tudors 1.01 ‘In Cold Blood’

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Harry Potter Meme (2/6) Scenes “You, foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban(2004) dir. Alfonso Cuarón

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Pllitvice falls in Croatia

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‘My dear Frodo!’ exclaimed Gandalf. ‘Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch. I hardly expected to get such an answer, not even from you.’

Elijah Wood as Frodo Baggins in The Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring (2001) 

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'I know I am a tree, for I see my blossoms and my leaves well enough— whether I am bearing fruit; whether the fruit, if borne, is fine to taste, both are questions to ask— but what plagues me tonight are questions of my roots. Which earth are they plunged into? Not in my own heart; I am not in contact with myself; my mind seems quite apart from my soul, and my soul quite apart from my body. My life all seems to be such a strange and complicated coincidence that it cannot at all be real— I think, I think for short seconds, that are soon killed by their own radicalism— I think, quite certainly, that I don't believe in it at all!'

'roots,' - Megan's Poetry #1002