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“i don’t block people just because of a difference of opinion” cool i do

this is a space where you can go “bestie you’re not on my enrichment team” and then throw them out of the window of your life without hesitation

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HOWL JENKINS PENDRAGON 🧡

HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE (2004)

Dir.: Hayao Miyazaki

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i’d come here on a daily basis

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@cup-of-fluff <3

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Geralt + Swordplay

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I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. 🌛🌌 #tfios #sixever #flynnrider

#flynnrider #tfios #sixever

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Minerva Mcgongall pulled out her notebook and turned to the page that listed the names and details of that years Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her heart swelling with pride she jotted down the name “Harry Potter” next to the position “Seeker” before closing the book and opening a second drawer. She took out a small, wooden box and rummaged in it for a few seconds before withdrawing a worn out envelope, inside of which was a short letter and a photograph.

“Dearest Minnie,

Hope you’re doing well! I’m the same of course, driving Lily up the wall as usual, she sends you her love by the way!

Now I know I told you that you’ll never find a chaser as good as me ever again, but it just goes to show that even the brilliant are sometimes mistaken. I’ve found you (made you!) a replacement who will one day outshine his old man by leagues! Enclosed is a photograph of your new Quidditch prodigy so that you may assess his skills for yourself. We have him chasing the cat for practice. He’ll be unbeatable by the time he starts at Hogwarts! The youngest Quidditch player in a century!

I guarantee it, Minnie. And you know I’m never wrong, though you’ll never admit it!

Missing you and Hogwarts terribly,

Lots of love,

James

P.S. Sirius says his marriage proposal still stands.”

Wiping away a single tear that ran down her cheek and chuckling to herself, she smiled down at the photograph of a small, gleeful, black haired boy zooming along in a toy broom, a pair of legs chasing after him and a young woman laughing hysterically in a corner.

“Right again, Mr. Potter.”

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There's a void. Not just in my heart, but in my mind and soul as well. There's only one cause for it, but it can't be helped. It's like we're at a point of never looking back. It's exactly like that, and as much as I want to say it hurts, I won't admit to it. Maybe it's for the better, maybe it'll heal.

Or maybe I'll always have this void, this spot you created for yourself alone.

I won't admit to the hurt feelings of endless lies, nor the emotions that seep through my dreams. I won't admit it's for the better, or that I miss my absolute best friend. I'll admit to the indifference I trained myself to stay in simply because I'm tired of being hurt.