A wizard, his "cat", and a quiet morning read

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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A wizard, his "cat", and a quiet morning read
grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.
I get road rage as a pedestrian
I don't blame him, and I don't blame you either. We don't get to choose who we love. BRIENNE OF TARTH & JAIME LANNISTER, SEASON 3
Me at age 13, exhausted at school after staying up all night to read fanfic: I can’t wait until I’m an adult and I can stay up reading without any consequences!
Me, an adult, exhausted at work after staying up all night reading fanfic: Fuck.
Moonlit Night, Jazep Drazdovič
He doesn't know when the screams stop.
He doesn't know if they stop— he's far too gone to realize, though eventually, they stop.
He screams and screams— his throat burns and scratches and hurts, his eyeballs behind his closed shut eyelids feel like they're leaking and his brain feels like exploding; Buck keeps screaming until he can feel the metallic taste slowly growing inside his throat, until he feels like throwing up, until his own voice betrays him and doesn't want to come out and eventually, his gutwrenching screams slowly die down, only to leave their places to quiet, weak, sobs that he barely registers.
Bobby's dead.
He's gone.
Bobby is dead, and Buck will never be able to see him again until the day he dies.
Bobby is dead, and he's not going to come back, not in five years, not in fifteen years, not in this lifetime.
He's gone forever.
i was scrolling through the tags on the 'how many books have you read this year' poll and i just want every 0-5 book reader to know that whether you're dyslexic, you have trouble focusing, you have a job or other full time responsibilities, or perhaps you are just a slow reader by nature, that you're a better reader than this person
Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it's called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes
“How do you do that?” Celia said.
“Do what?”
“Act so cavalier about things that are sacred to other people?”
“Because other people have got nothing to do with me.”
Celia scoffed, somewhat gently, and looked down at her hands.
“Except you,” I said.
I was rewarded with the sight of her looking up at me.
This close 🤏 to walking into a mysterious fog and never coming back
Even saying ”I’m so sorry, I completely forgot” sounds marginally better than ” I’m so sorry, I didn’t completely forget, I actually completely remembered. I thought about it the whole time and it stressed me out so much my brain built an insurmountable wall around it.”
tumblr is like a group therapy with no therapist.