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do u ever realise that you’re gonna be an adult for the rest of your life

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

twice a week my best friend and i get on a call and talk through the news of the week and interesting articles we read on it and quotes and phrases we encountered and yesterday before i hung up he said "how blessed we are to have the time to think things through". what a nice sentiment. how blessed indeed!

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

"But I don't want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother's house that one summer. Call me when I'm half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I'll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don't want someone who just talks about the weather."

rip regulus black you would’ve loved florence + the machine

when ethel cain said i’m tired of you still tied to me and when gracie abrams said i see you every night in my sleep anticipating every bad dream and when noah kahan said the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt and when lee mandelo said come on i love you but this is no life and when micah nemerever said all they were — all they had ever been — was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun

They’re being blown up in my mind repeatedly btw

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not me romanticising back and hip pain because of remus mf lupin