natalie mcdonald, who appears on page 159 of harry potter and the goblet of fire, was a real person.
she was a nine-year-old girl from toronto, canada, who was dying of leukemia. she wrote to jk rowling asking what was going to happen in the next harry potter book as she would not live long enough to read it. the kindly author emailed back, but natalie had died a day earlier. in tribute, she became a first-year student at hogwarts named by the sorting hat in gryffindor - the house for the brave at heart - in the fourth book. when rowling was later in canada for a promotional tour she visited the mcdonald family.
“I can feel my heart, and it’s fit to burst, I try to clean it up, but I just get worse. Wish I could fall, on a night like this, into your loving arms, for a moonlight kiss.”—Moonlight Kiss by Bap Kennedy.
“Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it. Because nobody else will. Like when someone comes into your life and half of you says you’re nowhere near ready, but the other half says: make her yours forever.”—Tyler Hawkins, Remember Me
“I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.”—Sylvia Plath (via littlewhitebird) (via fuckyeahsylviaplath)
I’m a riddle in nine syllables. An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising. Money’s new-minted in this fat purse. I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf. I’ve eaten a bag of green apples, Boarded the train there’s no getting off.
9802) You are a prime example of why I can't get close to people. You said you'd never leave and that you'll always be here for me no matter what. Where are you now? When I fucking need you most? You don't give a shit anymore. You were one of the only people I felt that I could trust, and you just left me here. And you ask me why I can't trust anyone. I'm done with people.