❝...he was my north, my south,
my east and west, my working
week and my sunday rest, my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, i thought that love would last forever: i was wrong.
the stars are not wanted now,
put out every one; pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.❞
- funeral blues,
W. H. AUDEN
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nostalgia • cedric diggory
Fanfictionand as she looked down at the ebony haired boy who looked so much like his father, she listened to him questioning her lost lover. nostalgia and pain washed over her, drowning ever fiber in her body. but she told him the truth. she told him about ce...
