the evidence of me being anything else than great brings me joy of being alive

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the evidence of me being anything else than great brings me joy of being alive
doing THAT to Nikolai in Ruin and Rising was so unfair. I'm so mad (or sad??) I can't even read the book anymore
like bro?? why???????
getting a tattoo just to understand the feeling they describe in fanfics is next level
wish i could be a better person
just had the urge to write fanfiction on ao3 and then remembered life is already tough enough and I don't need the ao3 curse to make it worse
let it be a cold winter. i want to freeze to death
it's September. and I still have hope for a happy winter, full of snow and Christmas lights.
morning at home is silent, a bit cold, comforting. transport in the morning is calm, welcoming, warm. morning streets are empty, freezing, beautiful
« — Yesterday was my birthday, — he said, — I turned eight.
The old women looked at him, scanning the boy from head to toe.
— But you don't look eight to me. You look twenty one.
— I'm nineteen actually, — the guy replied, — but yesterday I turned eight and then I blinked and suddenly I was nineteen, an orphan, living all alone in my own house, lying in bed in the middle of the night, listening to the storm outside. »
© The train to The End of The World
the most crashing realization is that absolutely nothing stays the same
in another life I have a sibling, maybe two, and we have a very little age gap
when you're seventeen you don't believe the future exists. every day seems to be the last
sirius would wash his face with ice cold water in the morning and then touch remus' back with his cold fingers just to make him jump and scream "piss off, pads!" while he's brushing his teeth
seems like the only thing that can wake me up in the morning is radio. idk what they add to the audio, but it works
james who sleeps on his stomach so much that everyone swears he's going to suffocate one of these days and Regulus who sleeps on his back like he's in a casket
what if james would sometimes sleep on the ground on his stomach and say he hugged the earth in his sleep
marlene: do you know what makes me happy?
james: what?
marlene: well, first of all, your mother. second of all... your mother
james:
marlene: and third of all... your grandmoth-
james: no, absolutely no, I will not hear any more words out of your mouth. never again
i feel like barty would love russian myths