Remus Kinnie Canon Experiences

"Sad, sad ,sad" Ari said.

"Sad, sad, sad" Dante said.

"Sad, sad ,sad" I said.

if i sing the bhool bhulaiya title track, does it still count as bhagwan ka naam lena

in this essay i won’t

headphones aren't enough, I need sufjan stevens to shoot me

if you asked me about any of the tunes to any song or any lyrics i’ve listened to in the past two hours i wouldn’t be able to tell you

Agarbati >>> scented candle

Genuinely like you are going to have some of the most boring coworkers and neighbors in the world. You are gonna have annoying people who are loud and have the most reddit opinions and personality you can think of and who are just as awkward as you and who may make jokes in poor taste. But you still gotta be able to just like talk to them about the weather and shit. Hear people talk about their kids or their jobs or what movies come out recently. Obvs this has limits with like outright bigots but as a general rule you gotta cause that's the only way you can build real life community. You'll never be able to borrow a cup of sugar or host a block party or organize a union by only talking to people who you like. If you wanna build a better world with those around you you gotta learn their names first.

many years ago me and best friend were traipsing around the local history museum . the museum had a long overlooked mummy room on the third floor

the sarcophagus on display was open, the elaborate lid hanging a foot above the casket to barely reveal the mummy inside, like;

and bestfriend said, Sometimes they wrote messages under the lid for the Dead to read ,

and she laid down on the dirty museum carpet next to the glass case , patting the ground next to her for me to follow suit . sure enough, the underside of the casket lid was covered in inked characters , a brochure of directions to the afterlife in case they woke up all organless and confused

someone else wandered in to the little mummy room and asked if we were ok. she said, Come check this out. so he laid down on the other side.

i crossed my arms over my chest , and so did they . four bodies , seeing a message intended for one; we love you, we miss you, we hope you find your way

Who will apne hi rang mein mujhko rang de dhime-dhime rang mein mujhko rang de me now that Holi is over

“slut slut slut” i chant into the mirror. and there he appears behind me. sirius orion black.