Raise Your Wands

I don’t get out of bed much like I used to. I don’t take pictures anymore nor do I look at myself in the mirror. Things are just things and people are just faces which pass through like a timeless train of thoughts. I feel it fade — the feeling of life , the world , the universe and it’s essence. I feel the numbness making it’s way inside the holes of my body. I’m breaking down just like the autumn leaves — it’s October again

La morte non discrimina tra i santi e i peccatori.

“Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.”

pictures from the area 51 raid are honestly poetic cinema and we should all be happy that we are witnessing such a historic moment

oh shoot just realised new followers might not know this so: fuck jk rowling. all my homies hate jk rowling

We stan

mood atm 𓆤

listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.

Non sono quel tipo di persona di cui qualcuno si potrebbe innamorare.

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Hermione: Oh, screw beautiful. I'm brilliant. If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.