They were mated. But darkly, flesh to ghost.
— David Malouf, Ransom
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drink the juice of broken hearts
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“If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
— Richard Siken, from Wishbone; Crush, 2005
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“Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” James asked the boy lounging on the seats opposite him, and with a jolt, Harry realized that it was Sirius. Sirius did not smile.
“My whole family have been in Slytherin,” he said.
“Blimey,” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right!”
Sirius grinned.
“Maybe I’ll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?”
James lifted an invisible sword.
“‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.”
Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him.
“Got a problem with that?”
“No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy— ”
“Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.
James roared with laughter.
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“As a child she was described as having the eyes of a half-tamed creature, being drawn to the unnatural, with a penchant for improvising tempestuous fairy stories.”
— Patti Smith, in her Introduction to Wuthering Heights (via fabraywrites)
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