Put your chin on my shoulder, love. Climb under the quilt. Remind me what joy feels like. You do it every day, darling - shouldn’t be too troublesome for you.
Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
this isn't about the ravens. this is about you.
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Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead
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brat summer is over, let witch bitch autumn begin
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it's january 17th happy pauljulian day
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All my love belongs to you. You are its keeper.
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@storyseekers event 12: from old to new — a mass of fools and knaves
that, for a few moments, i can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?
remake of this
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i physically stop myself from thinking about canon sirius black because the absolute despair of doing everything to turn your back on your family and your upbringing, fighting for the order, living with the potters…just for everyone to go “ah, of course the spy was a black. filth teaches filth” is so fucking devastating like he can never fucking escape them
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you will regret this for the rest of your life
