"There were girls who would tear you apart with their lips." 

      — F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via wordsnquotes)
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stand forth

indie, private and highly selective multimuse of females from the wizarding world of harry potter, including canon's and oc's. penned by ginger

to a generation

What you don't tell no one, you can tell me Little ghost tall, tan like milk and honey You're very BRAVE and you're very free So swing it high, CHERRY BLOSSOM On your sycamore tree What you don't tell no one, you can tell me SWING it high like Jesus, baby Little ghost so fair like lemonade tea

of powerful witches

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams Until you DIE for me, as long as there's a LIGHT, my SHADOW'S over you 'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia And you're a CHERRY BLOSSOM You're about to bloom You look so pretty, but you're gone so SOON