How about a kiss, Saumensch?
I'm Monica. I don't really know what to classify my blog as. I'd say it's just whatever floats my boat. Yes. I just said ''floats my boat". I am that awesome. You have obviously gained so much respect in me just by reading me say "floats my boat". I just know it. So because this blog is just about anything that floats my boat, it is possible that it will morph from fandom to hipster to god knows what in just a day. Do not be alarmed. I repeat, do not be alarmed.



~in love with Lily~





   But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

   But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.



The last enemy that shall be defeated is death