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Couple aesthetic ➤ Hufflepuff girl x Ravenclaw boy.

“ I finally understood what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.”

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Ravenclaw aesthetic

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hogwarts house aesthetics: stress

gryffindor: heavy breathing; taking long sips of whiskey, neat. fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes squeezed until grayscale zigzags appear behind your eyelids. fidgeting with the closest object, braiding and unbraiding hair/string/shoelaces/anything you can get your hands on. smiling through pressure; a false bravado of “of course - nothing’s wrong!” and sagging shoulders when watchful eyes look away. angry outbursts at those trying to help; a snap in reply, a hard sigh, and a muttered sorry through pursed lips.

ravenclaw: long walks to the library; putting down the textbook to pick up a fantasy and losing yourself in the success of someone else. willfully falling down a wikipedia rabbit hole; a preoccupation with learning something that doesn’t mean anything right now. talking in your sleep; dreams providing clarity you need and only sometimes remember. making a list of pros and cons, rambling through decisions until you arrive at the one that makes the most sense (or does it?)

hufflepuff: the comfiest sweaters, with sleeves too long balled up in too-tight fists. cup after cup of cocoa; a sugar rush to keep a smile on your face. at the breaking point, a wicked smile and a need to party - or dance, or drink, or cry, or scream, or fuck - and a sheepishness the morning after. avoidance, and you’re damn good at it, a master of white lies and excuses from thin air. calling your best friend to rant and talking through tears; “am i laughing or crying?”

slytherin: running in the rain, meant to make your stomach hurt; pain feeling better than despair, and throwing yourself into work you don’t need to do just to feel productive in the face of failure. shutting down the frantic beating of your heart; slamming a padlock shut on the nerves, the tears, the sadness, the worry. telling a wound to stop bleeding and expecting it to listen. showering only as often as you need to to wash the grease from your hair, forgetting to eat and surviving (thriving?) on a liter of coffee a day, but dressing like the media follow you wherever you go.

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“How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t!”

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“… paint in blue and black…sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet …” - John Geddes

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‪is you a natural blondie like goku?‬

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when you look at me, everything makes sense

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Sometimes I’m unsure of whether or not you looking at me is an indication of anything out of the ordinary. I’m not sure whether the quick glance means anything. Perhaps, I tell myself, I am looking too deeply into the quirk of an eyebrow or the slight upturn of your lips.

And then there are other days when I see your eyes light up at the sight of me. I see you get flustered when I wink at you. I see your pupils dilate when I say something to you, the haziness of your gaze affirming more than just a casual interest, and I know that there’s more there than I often allow myself to believe. You may not tell me very often what you feel, but your eyes give away everything you’re not always willing to say.

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Best feeling is when you just naturally click with a person. Talking all day, every day, no forceful conversation, laughs, attention. They are worth their weight in gold, don’t lose them

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It’s crazy to me how my definition of love changes with each person I love. I used to be the person where saying ‘I love you’ must must must have a time limit. But now I am not sure. Now I think it is a promise instead - a promise of commitment and of feelings. A promise of investment that can grow over time. And now I know how 'falling in love’ is so different from being 'in love’… I wonder what my future loves will teach me, will change about the way I see love.