— Francois de la Rochefoucauld
A boy left his bike chained to a tree when he went away to war in 1914. He never returned, leaving the tree no choice but to grow...
A morning-glory at my window
Submitted by nessastooshort
(via pottermoreravenclaws)
then I guess I’m an ambitious child :( (confession of a jealous hufflepuff who is a terrible shame to her own house)