the insanity of never knowing without absolute certainty that there is a divinity and yet longing it to be true so wholeheartedly. the cursing and the begging to not be forgotten. the suffering and the righteous hatred. the wanting that it was not all for nothing. the terror of being right. the aching loneliness of being yourself because there is no one quite like you and so that means there will be no one who quite understands.
the endless cycle of the snake eating its own tail.
Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you
wait how could i hit him ☹️
@ anyone ! < 3
I was tagged by @twstlibrary !
YOU HAVE TO FIST FIGHT THE LAST FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR CAMERA ROLL, HOW FUCKED ARE YOU?
...well then 🥲
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I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE GRUMPY, IRRITATED AND HATE PEOPLE. YOU'RE MY SUNSHINE, LOVE AND LIGHT OF MY LIFE, IWA-CHAN!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH!! 🫶
if you see this post you’re legally obligated to reply to it with your current favorite song
౨ৎ‧₊˚ they'll message you after a post talking about how sad and ill you are too?? can they just be normal 🙏
Sirius: his first word would be "padfoot"
Regulus: I hope not
James: I hope his first word is "dad"
Regulus: or "papa". He loves me more
James: Harry loves us equally, doesn't he? :(
Regulus: Jamie, I meant-
Sirius: *laughs* of course not. He loves me more than you
Remus: *walks into the room and bangs his head on the ceiling* fuck
Harry: fuck
Regulus:
James:
Sirius:
Remus: oh
𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁
I wasn’t in love—I was in denial.
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.]