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james ‘And I thought if you'd ever leave me that I'd be the reason why’ potter

nothing will ever compare to the first time I listened to alley rose

THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR

reason's why conan gray is sirius black's reincarnation

family line

his curls (in modern au's he's my fan cast)

family line

also found heaven is very sirius coded

family line

"ch- cherry hair, so super bowie" SIRIUS BLACK HELLO

also did i mention family line?

rip sirius black you would've loved found heaven by conan gray

put down the chat gpt. consume too much caffeine and nicotine and write a paper that you barely understand while you approach hallucination territory from too little sleep and too much raging. engage with academia in the way god intended

joey lynch from boys of tommen 🤝 marauders era sirius black

imagine ur a losing dog and ur like “well at least no one’s betting on me” and then Mitski shows up…

rip sirius black you would've loved the sabrina carpenter nonsense outros

the only teenage experience I've ever had was reading the raven cycle on the summer I was 16 and I'm kinda okay with that

The West has deemed the lives in Iraq and Syria as small print

self isolating to cope is great until you look up one day and years have passed and you realise no one knew you when you were 18 or 19 or 20 or 21 and now they never will

hate it when I'm eating and my stomach starts growling

lizzie young would be the biggest fiona apple STAN

i need aaron dessner to challenge jack antonoff to a duel and more importantly i need him to win

quote of the year

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

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

the only french i know is the french at the end of cherry by harry styles

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

Saathiya soundtrack cures me of all sadness. 10/10 recommend in case of unknown sadness.

hey sorry i can't come out tonight i have a thing

Goldfinch on Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch

"Can I call you" not so fast, first you must answer my riddles three (could this have been a text, what do you want, how long will this take).

'asexuality isn't a real sexuality because it's the lack of sexuality' That's like saying black isn't a real colour.

In relation to lightwaves, black is the lack of colour. But have you noticed that black is still categorised as a colour? 0 colour is a valid category of colour. White is a colour too, despite being all the colours. Just like how pansexuality is a valid sexuality. Also go fuck yourself

Henry Winter should have taken the Saltburn approach to Bunny’s funeral fine I’ll say it

Richard Papen winter

beautiful women named perspective, color theory and anatomy are ruining my fucking life

local girl made chai with a shawl draped around her on a cold November evening while looking wistfully out the window while piku sarod theme played and for a small moment she felt like the main character

there is something so special about podcast live shows. about a room filled with people who share your same hyper-niche interest, about cheering when characters are introduced and iconic lines are said, about participating in the noise. it makes you feel understood, known, celebrated, and above all else, heard.