Cassandre.
Dreams alot. Laughs alot. Cries alot. Shouts a little. Shops ALOT. Dances not at all. Sings badly. Draws all the time. Reads alot. Runs alot. Worries alot. Fails sometimes. Analyses forever.
I guess these are the musings of a dreaming mad one. • Ask me anything
Le rêve de Cassandre
Kioshi Takahashi, la route de l’amitie, mexico68
A little boy about 6 years old that I was sitting next to when I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 looked up at his mother and said, ‘Mummy, why is that girl crying?’ The mum looked at me and relied, ‘Because sweet heart, this movie is what she grew up with. She was there when Harry got on his broom for the first time and is still here while he is finally defeating Voldemort. This movie series is her childhood. You won’t understand for a couple of years what this movie means to her…’ The boy tapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘It’s okay ‘cause when I’m your age and I understand, I will find you an give you a hug.’
(Source: kennys-daughter, via affectedrainbow)
Nikolai Yaroshenko, The Prisoner, 1878
(via sblzk; 23rd-block)
