lily evans, 30 january, 1960 – 31 october, 1981.
“harry, you are so loved. mama loves you. dada loves you. harry, be safe. be strong.”
she walked with darkness dripping
off her shoulder. i’ve seen
ghosts brighter than her soul.
her heart, just like a star — dead
and dazzling — was hanging upon
the midnight of my soul.
“We ‘ave all be 'oping to be chosen for weeks and weeks! Ze honour for our schools! A thousand Galleons prize money — zis is a chance many would die for!”
we’re peaky blinders – we’re not scared of coppers. if they come for us, we’ll cut ‘em a smile each.
I am Moana of Motonui. You will board my boat, sail across the sea and restore the heart of Te Fiti. The ocean chose me!