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you taught me a thing or two for a thing for two. (x)
so bring me the night.
alternate universe: at the age of 18, you'll start having some idea of what your soulmate looks like. be it their hair, their mouth, their fingers, even a vision of how they walk. they come in dreams, vague and hazy with every night. the normal case is that your soulmate is the kid that used to tour you around in your old high school, or the barista working part-time at the local starbucks, someone in close proximity. people usually found their soulmates by the 2nd year, 3 years tops. sam is now 25. you do the math.
i bleed and i fall down. (x)
but i'm only human. (x)
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today is FEBRUARY 27, 2013: a mixtape for #missawesome
black cat: “you’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks / and you’re gonna burn the city down right now”
one foot: “i put one foot in front of the other one / i don’t need a new love or a new life / just a better place to die”
hurricane drunk: “i’m in the grip of a hurricane / i’m gonna blow myself away”
color: “when you’re walking backwards / don’t be afraid to close your eyes / ’cause the truth is, darling / that everything will be alright”
something to believe in: “but no one else is gonna tell you what to do now / no one else is gonna help you hold the line”
out of my head: “back and forth trying to figure out / where you stand up, all done / waiting on someone / i don’t have no patience for you to come undone”
thistle and weeds: “let the dead bury the dead / they will come out in droves / but take the spade from my hands / and fill in the holes you’ve made”
rooftops and invitations: “and she just might leave you torn / but she just might save your soul / if she gets you when she gets you any closer”
keep the change, you filthy animal: “you tried a little too hard / now I’m calling that bluff / big plans are coming undone.”
camisado: “can’t take the kid from the fight / take the fight from the kid / sit back, relax / sit back, relapse again”
don’t you know who I think I am?: “they say quitters never win / but we walk the plank on a sinking ship”
hayley atwell + josh radnor: a paperman fancast
birdy as lily evans
Gavin first meets Ray in the train. Well, meets as in shares a cabin with in awkward silence for the duration of the trip. It’s all bad luck on his part [or, now that he thinks about it, really good luck], because there were no more empty ones, and Gavin had even less friends. The brown-skinned teen intimidates him, with his glasses and thick book and fast moving eyes as he devours the words on the pages. That’s the first time Gavin meets him, and he makes a mental note not to get on this guy’s bad side.
The second time - the actual first time - he meets Ray is when he’s being levitated by a few foolhardy housemates, being bobbed up and down, and all he can do is close his eyes and wait for the pain when he hits the ground. So he’s surprised when he’s magically feet-first on the ground when he opens his eyes.
“Hey, leave him alone!” the guy says. He’s clothed in blue and Gavin is surprised that he recognises him. Or maybe this Ravenclaw had some Gryffindor in him and had a hero complex or whatever.
“What are you gonna do about it, mudblood?” one of the bullies sneers, wand at the ready. The Ravenclaw pushes his glasses up his nose, and suddenly all three of them were floating, and got blown back a couple of feet. Gavin’s eyes widened, that spell probably isn’t going to get taught until fifth year! Maybe even never!
“That,” he says, and then looks at Gavin. Gavin stiffens, even though there probably isn’t anything to worry about when he was the one that was saved. The stranger puts out his hand. “Ray Narvaez Jr. We met at the train earlier this year,” he introduces himself, and Gavin shakes the hand hesitantly.
“You’re really smart,” the compliment spills from his mouth before he can comprehend it. “Uh, I mean, I’m Gavin. Gavin Free. Where’d you learn how to do that spell?”
Ray smiles a little. “I tend to read in advance a lot. Want me to teach you?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Who’s- who’s that new kid?” Gavin asks Ray, as he gestures to the cocky teen who was flouncing through the tables in his garish red robes. He looks about their age, and since gossip spreads through the school like it’s on fire, he obviously has no idea about it.
“That’s the new kid, Michael, I think,” Ray, the good friend that he is, fills him in, as they both move to sit in the Ravenclaw table. Which, through either horrible luck or some twisted sort of fate, is right next to the Gryffindors. “He’s an exchange student from America, but there’re rumours that he was kicked out from his old school because of an absue of some volume-changing spell or whatever.”
Gavin tilts his head. He does seem to look like a screamer.
As if the new kid heard his thoughts, his head snapped up and looked directly at him. This Michael guy was talking to one of their other friends, Lindsay, who is smirking at him right now.
Of course, “friend” is a term they use very very loosely in their circle. He thinks of the implications of the sentence, blushes, and ducks his head, almost diving headfirst into his soup.
“I am so dead.”
“Free, Gavin.”
The still formidable bunch of unsorted first years erupt once again with hushes whispers as the lot try to look for wherever this Free person was. It didn’t take long for a pale, big-nosed, and messy-haired boy to separate and start walking to the stool up front. He silently curses himself when he stumbles halfway through, and he swears he can hear snickers from the table in the far left. It isn’t his fault, he’s sure they’ve experienced doing this once in their lifetime.
Professor McGonagall is nonplussed by his display of inelegance, and puts the old hat on his head. Gavin doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but it definitely isn’t a voice rummaging his head. He can only hear a few ‘hm’s and ‘interesting’s from it, and he’s going to ask the others later because theirs took so long and-
“SLYTHERIN!”
The Oxfordshire native opens his eyes, and feels the hat being taken off. He sees the professor gesture him to his table… to the one on the far left, seated on are people who snickered at him not more than a few minutes ago.
Well then, this’ll be an interesting seven years at Hogwarts.
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