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285 ~ ❝When you can stop, you don’t want to. When you want to stop, you can’t.❞
a sole finger danced over the rim of the half-empty wine glass that rested in his hands. the dim lighting of the slytherin dungeons provided an ambivalence that fed into regulus’s contemplative mood. he wasn’t sure what had sparked it; but he was sat, lost in self-reflection, rather than doing any of the number of assignments he had.
“ do you ever feel like when you can stop, you don’t want to but when you WANT to stop, you can’t ?? “
a sip of wine to ease his whirring thoughts. he never liked voicing these things out loud, but at the moment, he seemed to be wrapped up in melancholic reflection. though, if there was ever a person he had to throw his ideas onto, let into his mind, it was roman. eyes searched for another pair, and a lazy smile split open his face when they met. “-or am i just too fucked up to make ANY sense ?? “ it was likely. he doubted any of the things he said would make a modicum of sense to anyone that had the fortune of having a different thought process. then again, what the hell was philosophy but eloquent ramblings ??




















